meks gotta where a bullet proof vest//
cuz he knows when i roll round his block hes next//
im a made man wit a grenade in hand waitin in the back of ya van//
i pulled the pin and ran now u all over c-span//
death visa-vi K-0-r-3 make wack emcee wannabes like you flee//
tick tock pull da glick-glock on bitches that wanna be clocks//
little clock lucky you caught me in a writer's blcok//
my words inject you wit venom so u gotta go get "spider shots"//
day by day wit tha words i say make you pray like a lyrical jesus in ma own day//
my bullets spread fast like poison ivy without the itch//
same wit spits turn you into even more of a lil bitch//
beat meks without a muscle flexed//
waht do you excpect? i dressed as shane west to take his vest left him unprotected so i can destroy this pest//



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