how wack of me dogg, to have to waste this verse/
have u forget to spit like its a voodoo curse/
bitches like u homie i son them literally/
and call me Italy, the way im bootin u like sicily/
my vibe is so ill, when im gone u gon miss it/
and u have no presence/presents, thats shit u cant get for christmas/
traveled thru the unkown, and came back astonished/
not by his skill, but by his will to spit garbage/
u could call me hot now, cuz i live in southern cali/
verse set fires from la, to the simi valley/
tie my flow around ur neck and cut off all oxygen/
ama have ur bitch screamin "SOMEBODY STOP HIM"/
merciles, the way i speak so, so vivid/
if u didnt like me, now u mus' be livid/
never heard of u, and i never read a single bar/
reckoned u were bunk, and i didnt guess to far/
ur flow is weak and lackin heart, and Will/
but the main part u missin is a thing called skill/
ama krown u the king, cuz my brain is hurt/
cuz im tried uve been royally murked/

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HK The Great