An BAm

Point-Blank you stepped out, and wanna cross who? //
Rollin herbs in joints, Ya rhymes are weaker then 50's it musta cost u//
Ya should of called me out alone, that’s what I hoped you would do//
Cuz since it’s both of yall, you’ll lose a vote from your crew//
Which means you get three automatic, but that’s not much//
This shit is all on BLank, and how fucking wacc he busts//
Cuz I can handle Blank, let me get to the Point im dope, too//
And when Point drops wacc, we all know how the votes do//
I never drop wacc, and all your crew respects what spit//
And as long as I’m here, yall will be riding second to this//
I drop executive shit; you’re taking consecutive hits//
Opponents getting served, who is the next that I’ll diss? //
It doesn’t matter who I battle; I rip emcees to shreds//
fukin soccer ill score either way: then just kick at ME instead//
Cuz I don’t need a friend to rip a bunch of faggots//
When you read a post I dropped, I feel you jumping backwards//
For real I’m dumping magnums out these two lips of mine//
I’m just inclined, to come raw and rip your rhymes//
Don’t trip cuz I’m, the only real threat to your crew//
You should be happy for me that I’m so much better than you//
I’m of a veteran brood, I get respect from you foo’s//
Yall got 5 members and none of yall could rep like I do//
I’m an entity, a prophet of death that seeks the war zone//
The venom I spit enters through pores and seeps through your bones//
I’ll shoot through the Bone, with double glocks to prove how ruthless I flow//
I’m brutal to clones who wants to possess what I got//
You use other cat’s lines and expect me to respect what you drop? //

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