plain n simple L.I., i bet u like ta testify//
da fuck? stop fo buckshots blow chunks outcha pair-of-eyes
i must not b seein correctly, he just gotta-be-kidden//
i a buss the gat at his pectorales, puncture n leave no lung-capacity-in-em//
look-boi, ur not good-boi, g-please-chill
fo the heat-spill every part of ya teef'd-grill on the screen//
i need-bills n i a cleave-off-heels ta get it//
beat em into a seazure, grasp then stab em till he's-still//
listen.
if i aint hotter den u ur the best artist ta spit//
getcha head geeked up n get it blown off quick//
"L.I.", headline article "made it n a guage made his farrari flip"//
your borin career's like a whip, by now u should just start parkin it//

easy

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