yo dawg, you seem to keep gud track of tha time
den u shud know, wif shit like dat u wasted it
my rhymes like weed wif bit of extra flava laced wif it
life is wot u make of it, u keep spitting and u wasted it
im juz trying to get it through ur thick skull
my lyrics dangerous and quick like tha blast of ma pis-tul (pistol)
i cud be blind and still get enuf personals to diss u
and shoot lyrics like a bullet and still not miss u
juz to tell u, u got a serious mental issue
my lyrics rip u, like a piercing doz to da tissue

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