yo, this bitch comes to battle blunt-mc every week.//
same outcome.. spittin' quik comes slow and weak.//
inevitable defeat faces this herb like memphis, his future's bleek.//
one punch, I leave him with a toothless cheek.//
out to lunch, nah no-showin' 'cause this man's asleep.//
narcoleptic ceizure brought on by our last run-in.//
I came strong, and he came with nothing.//
one-thing I'd change about myself if I could only change one thing.//
my battle record from 7 to 8 wins.//
wait.. that's a given, givin' this man a win just isn't on his plate.//
he's lucky he's still livin', If I was face 2 face, stick a shiv in.//
lace his fate with rasors, call him a dividen.//
cut up into so many pieces family tries to identify say'n "it isn't him."//
listen kid.. why you keep try'n to rhyme with the best.//
boggles my mind, it's like you like gettin' stressed.//
bent outta shape, merked on like your name was fake.//
your fate's sealed like a dime bag, you gonna get smoked.//
like half a gram--> nigga you know I ain't gettin' stonned.//

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