i beat this cat with a lead pipe, leave a trail of some dead mics.
run over this bitch, like i be speeding through some red lights.
south side goon, shit bout to get drastic soon.
blastin fools, makin him say Damn and break like a plastic spoon.
tracks are known to roast till the microphone be ghost.
flow known to crop the most, leave u in a coma toast.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.