Im let 'loosin seduce reducing recruitin' tha best flows to finish and crack ya 'dome'/
u stand 'small' I cut off ya legs have u similar in stature same to 'gnomes/

I spit beautiful words of vocabulary so 'maculate'/
i cant wait til the tech 9 blast his 'back' until itz 'cracked and bent'/

I fill u up wit shells ur like a paper cup ur definitely gonna 'leak'/
watch u bleed I 'break ur ulna' have it 'acute to oblique'/

u’ll be afraid after I put shells to ur 'sternum' to 'expand'ur 'diaphragm'//
itz a sorrow after I 'cremate' ur body to 'milligrams'//

watch him get tko’ed wit 'rapidness of speed' cuz I 'strike so fast'/
ur a 'minute man' in this battle bitch I can tell u cant 'last'/

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.TCS.