I walk wit a target on ma chest... still aint harmed
walk wit a Tek in ma vest... show u im armed//
Hurlin abuse like vomit proves im 'sik wit it'
each blow connects, shatterin ur ass so niggas avoid the shit//
I'll Back fire and fire back, leave ur back too black,
back to attack i crack ur back til the discs snap and like childs play im puttin u in the box... jack//
See the only time im 'down wit u' is when i give ur verse the 'kiss of life'
didnt need to feed off u and still left ur shit cyphed//
Now look at ur dome faggot, filled wit led, not brain
u may be ma first victim but it aint ova... this the start of my reign//

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