yo..
hes gotta face-the-facts before i erase-his-stats troubled keepin pace-wit-cats but my gats dont leave a trace-of-that//
brush this pussy off to the side and sweep-him.. store the mop in my closet for good keepin'//
terrorize-his-reign like saddam in-his-prime.. but the difference is the bad guy wins-this-time!//
im not troubled to beat him, light him up like-a-beacon.. cuz like new made widows he's weeping//
he's yung hustla, gettin-fuked-outta-wins..cuz like old lamps he's just dim//
dont know how to handle-himself.. so i help him get damned-in-his-health//
kill him with a wealth-of-features now his health-is-needed..take my heavyweight belt-and-beat-him like one wit stealth would treat-him//
all he hustles-is-children for pornography-shows.. thats why no ones ever seen him on-top-of-a-ho, you can tell hes gay by the crooked way he sloopily-flows//
dont needa read-ya-tarot to know ya aint gettin a good-deal-from-ya-cards..you like generic-sneakers, just cant go those few yards!//


aite...
theres punches in there u just gotta look cuz i didnt " them....

and that was pure freestyle...

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