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I’m about to make a baby out of this pussy, similar to 9 months//
ruin’ed like nudes of the “Olson twins”, just like O.C. your “time’s up”//
reppin’ the "Alliance" a crew I did't even consider cause they were too lifeless//
and now you have somethin’ in common cause your existence is what my price is//
you already lifeless, frozen up like an “Ice Cube” and already “half-dead”//
it’s just better if you recognize “the juice” like Ron Goldman takin’ his last bref’//
and start to turn or quickly back-step, why aren’t you already leavin’?//
can’t you see it’s orthopedic? – we go toe-to-toe and you’re left defeated//
the speech your preacher leaves is gonna be a funny memory//
in all honesty, honestly you can’t hang unlike your grannies’ mamories//
the distinctions between our dictions result in easy predictions//
leavin’ piles of victims, you ain’t ill you just got a mild infliction//
let me teach this bitch –leave him dishonored like Kobe Bryant’s wedding vows//
left speechless causin’ he’s losin his life with every breathe I’m letting out//
because what I lay out deep from my pharynx up throughout my trachea route//
it’s like my fist is embracin’ your mouth, like Nas and Gwen stefanie you must “hate me, no doubt”//
your crew is just as homosexual as the shade of your alias “Kautious’” name//
I hope you thought twice before you checked for my response and opened this page//
mentally outlast you like Einstein on Viagra, I wish I didn’t limit myself to 20 lines//
flowin’ like Niagra and just like wealthy poets I got many more money ryhmes//

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