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IP:
In this 'race' im like a 'fat' person, its you im 'over lappin'
With ya garbage ass verses they need to invent the trash bin
Nigga call me the 'headless horsemen' by the way i cut off heads
Im like a 'MOD' and ya raps a 'freepost', Consider this a 'locked thread'
Lyrically, After this verse you'll disperse, Consider this cat history
You can't spit wit me, Im heat this chicken on a stick, style rotisery
You right that was wack, blah, matter of fact you garbage
You must be some kind of chef the way you be gettin' ya salad tossed kid
After this win, He goin in my sig and'll be stacked up like bills
You tired like wheels, Faggot keep bumpin the miseducation of lauren hill
And i know at this point ya wishin i would have pulled a no show
My flow is loco, Gettin' you screwed and bruised up like 'toto'
You ain't nice, And as far as ya crew it must be generic
Respect this, before i leave yo ass clapped in (clapton) like eric
Get the shit str8, cuz you seem to have it twisted like doorknobs
Cuz to the'RB', lyrically You ain't doin shit like court cops
Shit, Even ya crew know that 'A~Young~Gunna' takin the win by a far
Doger, I turn this fish into sushi by the way i be choppin up his bars
How you spittin soft shit, and then name ya crew C.W.A
Its ridiculous, You about to be my sacrifice like bitches in cults nigga
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