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Flyweight
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IP:
With my 4-5 bias get erased…they use to the 9 mm shells smokin taste//
Makin you vacate the place…..the cops and FBI cant even find a trace//
Ya head need at brace….Hit ya so hard make ya noggin fall outta place//
Some cats wanna get spirit lifted……..with skills they neva could retain even if dey parents was gifted//
The rhymes im sik with……but wack rappas juss ryde on dik and don’t quit//
Gangsta poppin mah mack until all ammo run out……got ya @ss runnin like runnin to the south//
Trigga finga held down at make ya figure…….Im the realest nikka to make ya whole body shiver//
Aimin better than you …. I even clap quiker//
You prolly wont even hold a gun son……. Nuts be smaller than dem nuts in snickers//
All you do is bicker……people so bored of you the become automatic nose diggers//
Like G-unit I make ya beg fa mercy…..you wishin one day you could spit and murk me//
Too pooc to hold ya own when I unleash the fury…..Leave you 6 feet under the dirt you burried//
Im like a rock im sturdy………none of ya disses can ever really hurt me//
No need to hurry………….I got punch lines that hit you Im Sure-Ly//
When you rhyme no one feels ya style…..ya spits need sharpenin like a nail and a file//
Don’t touch the dial you cant reach help………people cant help kidz like you who spazz out on the tile//
So hot I make the grounds I step to melt…….walkin with 2 guns on mah belt//
The pistol to ya head you felt…….cock the nyne back with the finger on the trigger…now you a fag like Elt(Elton john)//
I splatta ya brains out from ya fat @ss cranium……he didn’t wanna listen so I had to start sprayin em//
This bias actin dumb but I juss shun……..beat this kid down like a drumline’s drum//
Leavin him on the cement up in the slums……Im not the one who wanted some more of mah boys cum //
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