yo I must agree, bio chemist, I'll put u in a choke hold unwillingly/
bitch can't bring beef if he was in the middle of a heated street/
while packin a piece, but u need more then a 9 mil to beat my knee/
curb stomp u clean, cuz u steppin to the wrong person B/
so stop frontin and leave, let us rap in peace, we don't need u jackin up are beats/
with these weak spits thinkin u speakin deep, just eat shit/
bitch ur piss got harsher shit cuz it smells like u just packed ur dads crack between his ass/
now that's bad, not only u gay but incest, and that's wack/
so just step back, cuz u juss got murdered, but that should be an honour/
cuz I worked this with class/

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