Punches leave ya 'burned' like the 'sun' your trapped this time...
Couldnt even spit something' 'hott', if you 'rapped outside'...
I get wins like cars without a roof chump gats leave u slumped...
Fuckin' Fighter?....
Like ray charles atta bar... I never seen this "fruit punch"...
Gimme ya best hit, u dont change rap styles u change-sexes...
'Swooshing-A-Shot' at a parks only time u make the "net-flip"...
Punches are scarring your health; my bars are like stealth...
closest he gets to having a ‘sex life’ is being ‘hard on himself’...
Im a "G Killa", so in this battle there is no need to merk you...
You cant spit a 9:10, because thats past this youngins cerfew...

9:10 = 9outta10

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