He gets on stage, spits and the crowd is silent as a praying monk lemme offer some help,
N force feed him sweets, chocolate chips, a bunch of junk so you can be full of yourself.
I’ll already beat you homie and you couldn’t be fly with a pack of sea gulls,
So I’ll just cross you twice on my hit list that’s the closest you’d get to equal.

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