You chicken-out when folks offend you My flows soak sn drench dudes/ u should start a crew, recruit the whole site so they cant vote against you//

ya shots aint hittin me, ou gon lose for the cost of dissin me/
the last man to take me out, was the doctor that delivered me//

why the fucc you gettin "warmed up*" i aint begun to spit the flame/
you cant handle me coz when im done onl-y the mic remains//

Your shits late, i gotta repeat it so u could heed it, if u could read it/
then it wouldnt make no difference, but your syllables have been defeated//

Stash you in bags, but you aint weed or coke; Shoulda neva tempt fate/
gettin your loss column more marked up than Banks hands on the mixtape//

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