IIIIIIGHT.................
CHECK IT...............

NIGGA DONT THINK I PREWRITE JUST LIKE U
BUT YA PROBLEM IS U CANT RHYME LET ALONE TIE YA SHOE//

I GOT THE HANDS OF GOD NOW CUZ U SUCKIN
CUT YA HANDS OF SO U DONT PREWRITE AND I AINT BLUFFIN//

WHO U BATTLIN WITH A 4-0 RECORD, HAS BEENS?
OR NEVER WILLS CUZ YA PREWRITE AND USE FUCKIN WRITTENS//

IM SPITTIN ON YA MOMS GRAVE CUZ I KILLED HER WIT MY DICK
SHE COULDNT GIVE A LICK BOUT THE RHYMES U SPIT//

YA COULDNT BLOW SMOKE OUT OF ME IF I WAS A FACTORY
U SUCK AND YA JUST HORRIBLE YA GOT SPLIT PERSONALITY//

MY LYRICS ARE GRAVITY AND CAUSE U TO DIAGNOSE A ALLORGY
BRING U DOWN CUZ U JUST NO GOOD, CANT FIND A LOSS IN ME//

U COULDNT BE DOPE IF YOU WERE IN FAST N THE FURIOUS
U SHOULD MAKE A MOVIE BUT YA TO SLOW N CURIOUS//

Y U TELLIN ME TO SPIT NIGGA I DONT LISTEN TO BITCHES
I SNAP THE NECK OF VICTIMS AND THROW THEM IS DITCHES//

SHIT..........IM OUT...............AINT NO FEEDING OFF MY VERSE DAWG.....AND SPIT YA SHIT SOON.............


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