All right, look
.

You picked the wrong guy, to start a rift of words towards
Ill leave you lyrically inclined n split, chocking on your vocal cords

Like a demo-record, your mind never reaches its full potential
I would never de-virginise your bitch, even if you paid me confidential

Like a, Nitemarre cumin, Ill leave you shivering and shook
Like Mobb Deep emcee in youll be scared to death n scared to look

Cos when I bring death, believe me nigga, your life will be took
Your lines will never define me nigga, even if you wrote a book

Ill leave you with a hook through your throat, to show im serious
Dump your body off a boat, making your disappearance mysterious

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'