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I rhyme sick spits like I didnt brush my teeth and saliva excretes//
your masturbatin and talkin wit icy hot and your still not bustin flows wit heat//

you cant bite a line of mine without gettin blue bruised lips//
leavin your bones chipped, makin your neck smile a deep slit, then thrown over a ship//

your punches never come through like sunlight goin through brick walls//
ill spit all timers in your face, so when I bring up the past, you cant recall//

my rhymes are hott, theyre burnin you like placin your hands on a gas fixture//
I spit dangerous rhymes like chemicals, please never spit your wackness wit my mixtures//

look at rapads stretched lines explainin his wack punches that were meant to hit me//
your punches missed me, im dodgin your jabs like weight like I was Oprah Winfrey//