Cut ya bars wit hollow tips and solid clips that cumbust and scar,
i handle 'iron 9's' you just 'stroke' beef cause you aint "up to par"
i stand like statues wit teks, just to 'pose a threat'
rip out your lungs 'wit your own hands'...but winnin?
..dont "hold your breath"
Listen.....bitch i'll smack you till ya "head-rages"
only time explicit produces "numbers" is on the bottom of "web-pages"
i bring fire to flows and like retirment homes...your reps-feeble,
and ur wack ass verse to me'll do nothin...but boost your net-ego,
got heart? i write lines to rip thru all your bold-text,
and like 'joggers pissin in snowstorms' only thing you 'drop' is "cold sweats"

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