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R.E.C even if u drew a picture of the mic on paper u still couldn't rip it
nigga I'll put u underground kinda like a orchestra pit
the only way u would drop hits is if u printed out my lyrics and it fell
even if u took 2pac's soul ur wack ass still wouldn't sell
u made a major flaw in ur name cause u part of the dicks u ain't no crip
u treat penises like its ur food, cause all u do is swallow it
u not nice, the machete'll have u like onions, sliced and diced, my aim is precise
I'll kill u with that pop and lock device(gun), lookin in ur freezer is the only time u would see ice
I'll have u like waiters, full of a bunch tips
nigga u could see me even if u was starin right at my pic