look nigga i said spit a verse not write me a damn story/
i only read 2 lines of ya rhymes and tha shit already began 2 bore me/
just like u new to RB i can see ya ass is new to tha game/
and how tha fuck u expect 2 beat me when u can't essentially spell tha words right in ya motherfuckin name/
ya don't won't my gun 2 speak/
cause when it gets to talkin it leaves ya apparatus right beside ya feet/
while ya ass really think ya killin niggas wit ya weak ass verses/
im boding niggas on tha block laying them flat on they back fa they last ride in tha back of hearses/
nigga im murkin tha race of weak emcees like yaself as if i was hip hop's HITLER/
when i start 2 spray u betta hit tha floor cause mah shells can and will hit ya/
don't make me whip out tha double barrel shotty/
because it can rip ya torso from tha lower part of ya body/
i pop shots like i pop MOET bottles/
and ya body can catch the tip of tha hollows/
ya like a bitch wit a no gag reflex because every shell i send u constantly swallow/
im equal to fire cause like tha nigga wit tha banging beats i JUST BLAZE niggas/
and while it takes ya weak ass just bout 3 days 2 pull a trigga/
i would have hit u wit so many headshots its like u got ya mouth wired shut/
and thats bad fa ya business because now ya suck a dick or lick any faggot nigga's nuts/
u like a ticket fa tha movies ya ass is always gettin ripped/
next time protect ya chest because i can leave it HOLLOW just like my TIPS/

holla

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