deeni'n rhymes, cuz this fake ass gangsta thinks he packin a 9/
like walkin around with a flak jackets a crime/
cuz I bet everyone wants to shoot u blind/
not only wack ass rhymes, but this punk talkin bout bakin cakes/
I bet u use yo bf's cum for the icing to increase tha taste/
so stop frontin cuz u fake, don't be fooled by tha record/
cuz I'll shank ya and slice u across tha face/
with lyrical words, used to substitute for ma sword/
slash u up, till u tha size and as stiff of a 3 in a half inch board/

directed at deeni

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