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IP:
Rip when Approaching Me, Make Sure You Have Ya Weapons-Equipped...|
Grab Ya Neck-And-Just-Twist, Seperate Ya Legs-From-Hips...|
Im Present-You-bitch, Bite Ya Toungue If You Talk-About-Me....|
My NickName Is "Feet" You Bastard, You Cant "Walk-Without-Me"...|
My "Middle Finger Fly High" Its Like I Keep Tha "Hawks-Around-Me"...|
My "Friends" Aint "Pit-Bull" or "Boxer", But I Keep My "Dogs"-Around-Me...|
I Speak Profoundly, Perfusly On These Beats-Im-Pouncing...|
"I Push Rhymes Like Weight" While You "Weak"-And-"Pounding"...|
Weeks-Of-Groundment, I Made My Way Through ~Tough Shit~, A Lot Is On-My-Mind...|
So Ima Buy You A "Pocket Watch" Just To Prove That "Time Is On-Yer-Side"...|
Leave-It-At-That Til Its Like Gifts… And I Guarentee-Its-A-RAP...|
My Shits Hott, Get Ya "Optics" Inspected, And You'll See-Its-Just-That...|
Word Don't Push Me Fucker, I See Your Career Startin'-To-Tumble|
Startin-Some-Trouble, You Aint Battle Material, So Why You Startin-A-Rumble|
Kid You Like A Flimsy Jungle Gym, I Kick ONE Bar-And-You-Crumble...I'm The Star-Above-You| The One Your Never Able-To-Touch, Your Playin-Your-Luck, Stole Your Confidence Even Before I Started Rapin'-This-Fuck|...
Now Im Forced To Share A Thread Wit You??, But Snuff Never Post A Duo-Wit-This-
-_- ((face-man)) Never Spit Anything On Your Song, I Just Threw-Up-On-The-Track|
Ima Roll By Ya Crib n Straight Shoot Nines at Legs Leavin u Wit Pegs|
Dawg Im Only Tim Bigger and Sicker...ya Rhymes are Wack and Dull|
My Finger Clenches Tha Trigger til Ya Teeth Hit Tha Back of ya Skull..
Yo Head got Hit Lyricz Cuz I capped ya wit mine FULL|
I got my “MAJIC STICK” u my “8 ball” corner pocket FOOL|
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