the type to stay alone, RC's just a ravin clone...
who talks smack-flexed his throrax-now i'm breakin bones...
i dun't play homes, so stop tellin me keep it gentle...
i'll blep bleep-all he does is fuck sheep-the beef is seperate...
didn't mean to be mean, i'll make him bleed in his sleep...
now to cut to the chase-cuz slow aint my pace-i dun't use his breathin escape...
ya want a W try Wilson, so u can catch this punch...
bless this thug-he's from LA well i'ma show him-how the west was won...
i came over and shit on it, he's like a gator had to bit off it...
him comin off the hed tight's a joke-cuz i rip bonnets...
flip it modest, and keep the skillz right...
if i culd ride his bars i wuldn't-cuz i fall off girls bikes...
i'll hurl on this dyke, keep it worded advice...
he's just a herb in a vice, a rap criminal who's nervous to fight...
worthless without a purpose, just tryin to stretch his verbals...
but it's hard for him to go a round-except his neck in circles...

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