Bribe 1? Shit! Betta bribe 5...only way ya ass will stay alive...
Choke on ya rhyme like the dude in ya sig cuz ya faker than that cat's dreadlock wig.

Tell me they ain't a bunch of kids...

Reppin Regime like you's a lyrical Nazi when ya idea of game is gettin together for Yahtzee...
Rollin dice and screamin when ya win, but you'll get a spankin if you get too loud again!

Look at ya so called "Code of Honor" looks like it was written by one of your mothers...
"Let's not fight, let's be sweet to each other or we'll toss ya out cuz we're a joke like Big Brother!"

Ya even got Thug Whyte in ya crew...that boy bounce around more than asses in Taboo...
And Cyph, please...he's bound by curfew! When he talks "City Life" he just means trips to the zoo.

I've bodyslammed ya physically, got ya spittin breathlessly, blood in lungs congestin, see...
Cuz ya digestin these like pesterin fleas, suckin all ya can like when ya down on ya knees.

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