Ya spit is like Resin Just a burnt Herbs waste of a verse/
Shit it's like Blessin Dust the way you earn wins watered down dirt/
you'll shutter at the sight of the punches i throw that r sown/
wont utter a line to fight on the line in the clutch it's just blown/
You Bust Phone wit no dial tone caught by hang ups in ya own minds blown/
you got fines owed, for bein the whackest herb we could find here alone/
you can't drink beer your not grown, think u gettin high well i'll leave ya hed really flown/
you leave voters heds really blown, you aint authentic you really cloned/
afta battlin c.k. you nearly owned, lets watch votes come my way you wont get a measly bone/
Speak wit an Easy Tone, I'll beat you like sLEezy Hoe on the streets of L.A. Bleedin Slow/

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