You the type to be old school...Like scratching off the serial
You fuck around to much…End up with all the diseases that are venereal
My metal madness kills dudes on contact…Like Carrie
Give you a few shells have you spilling Virgin Blood…Like you was Mary
Not only weak but soft…Like a Prego’s stomach
He drools around dirty dick…While your thoughts are you want it
Fuck coming out the closet…I’ll just stuff your ass in one
I spit vicious flames…You get cooked past crisp till your overly done
Lyrical Killer…You need to stop speaking orally about guns
Only guns you got is them muscles on the back of your calves
Fuck guns…The blade is still strong enough to rip anatomy in half
So maybe then you could be half the man as me
But still…Get in shape…You aren’t fit to spit lyrically with thee
Not even inclined to shine with mine…Put your Bling Bling back in its jewelry box
You aint higher then me…You aint top notch…My flows hot
Like 8 balls and counter fight money inside tube socks

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