lookin for the dirty win, venturin for the next dozen plus for thirty, you gunna reach thirty losses before my wins do, in lieu of ya whack skills, I recommend you pop some pills//

hopefully ya get wit an overdose, it's the most worth you would ever have, your open callout, will create ya to pout, the pain I unleash, will never ceased until you are deceased, your life lease is up//

you's just a wanksta, no ill rhyming gangsta, your gunna get beat up, the more the fuckin heat will turn up, you think your the new mackaveli, join rule and get a new fuckin identity, we don't need more fake emcees, just fuckin leave this game, let it be//

got compacted punches, where you's fall short, their contracted, your 15 wins are overreacted, terrorist tactics, need a physchiatrist to help your weak lyricist skills, it just ain't payin da bills//

I'll jump ya from behind, the way you like it every time, at least make you feel like your at home, ticklin ass when ur all alone, no matter what you spit, no one will feel your shit, it's somethin you can't spit, you just gotta swallow, ya got a crowd to follow//

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