hellbound to the ground, locked in chains when I bust rounds/
on ur sound, cuz u wack, shit black cept in fact u turnin white as the crack u puff back/
so step off the streets, cuz u ain't got the heat to handle a piece/
bitches better believe, that u an me ain't a challenge to rip ur shit clean/
juss kick out ur knees, so u'll be at ur own level when u lookin up at me/
my bad, but I gotta have one more line in this rap, so fuck ur shit cuz u wack! I'll juss end it with that/

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