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Im throwin his debris in the ocean so I can hide his body//
I gotta Murder Inc this bitch wit a pen, like he signed on with Irv Gotti//

the only way this bitch is in charge is when he pretends hes a visa credit card//
im cuttin you within, your cryin a river like I left you emotional scarred, it doesnt take a lawyer to prove your losin this battle, the answer can come from a retard//

My punches make your chest resemble a hallway, cause your bout to get walked on//
bitch hold on , your rap is similar to your man, its somethin you go down on//

The only bars you spit are chocolate, thats why they have no effect on me//
You heard theres a new dick in town, and the first thing I saw was you on top of it//

im choppin your body into several pieces youll be carried away in two hearses//
I dont wanna hurt nobody wit my verse, worst of worst, I sent you to the hospital to be treated by multiple nurses//