yea

now
we meet again… damn-it-man I slaughter sequels//
ya really ain’t Savage streek… just Dougy like Dr. Evil//
so grab mini me and hatch a plan to finish me//
ya skills diminishing… match-this-sav and then lets speak//
ya bark nonsense… so let see if this muzzle fits//
when I grab the 44 cal. and kill ya son like Berkowitz//
this fronts filled with nerds and shit… Streeks leads that//
ya rapid flow can’t stand toe to toe wit the next league champ//
believe that… you was pissed-to-see we’d meet at some point//
cause you couldn’t steal this victory at gun point//
ya rusty as fuck… better brush up fast//
trust me your stuck- ya luck drew the toughest cat//
plus it’s fact, I punish the unprepared//
and with time winding down it’s apparent this punk is scared//
so I’m going in for the kill, this imbecile better think twice//
cause I won’t just take the W… I’ll also take ya life//
wit a steak knife, until ya guts are hollow//
your fucked man… he wont spit, cause all sluts just swallow//


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