cheap chump, when only u amount to the cost of a 5 dolla blunt/
johnnie'be'blazed fo fun, shit juss let that resin run/
gettin high? but bitch u already be done, get shunned/
when I roll up, with 2 guns, endin it son/
but it's sad enough, that u gotta use the same word thrice/
cuz ya simple mind gets lost, dazed by "3 days" flight/
the chance is slight, for u to eva win this fight, fo life/
so who's the big joke now, u've been clowned/
by the Gene Pool crown on da breakdown/
so just rest as the adrenaline fakes out/
cuz motha fucka u be the one gettin chased out/

again no beef bro

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