but really "GIVEN" to this, is a dick, for this bitch to grip with his lips/
yo quit talkin shit, or u'll be kissin the grim reapa when I stick u in his crypt/
u just all to played out, fuck the rewind/
cuz u just wastin all of our time, like records skippin now/
records skippin now, records skippin now, records skippin now/
u see how fuckin annoying that shit sounds when u speak it out aloud?!/
this shit ain't for lil punks like u to be clownin around/
u either spit real, or u keep listenin to ur beats with no bounce/
cuz u couldn't catch a high, not even off an ounce, or a pound/
of straight home grown, no THC, cuz ur beefs are dead as rotting leaves/
and obviously ur rhymes do change with the seasons oh plz/
cuz they just as dead and dried up as decidious trees!/ (trees with leaves)
and that's it, u weak, just go home, sleep on this beef/
and next time bring somethin that's got heat/

directed at GIVEN

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