where's a body rot... afta body's shot? in tha grave...
one foot for each bullet... hold it in ur hands as u pray...
play keep-away wit ur soul... u'll never get it...
forget it... u didn't even understand that so how u a critic?
a freestyle flow is one off tha dome... all i've seen is pre-writtens...
i know this for tha truth... who r u? all u lil kid's still cradle ridden...
i'm done wit tha wannabe Easy-E's and Eminem's...
cause that's all that i see....I don't need to be frettin them...
so shut ur face... every word u say is an additional disgrace...
shot u wit lyrical mace and deleted my presence...leave witout a trace...

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