My rhymes are corrosive
My flow is explossive
The best of BX in case you dont know this
Treat you lil bitches like trash
I got yall so scared u hidin in garbage bags
You fuckin fag
Faggot You cant touch me
My rhymes go at You so fast you can't see
After I'm done you can't speak
You messin with tha fatal 1
After I slice you you'll be prayin to god, son
Shit I aint done
Come at me I cut punk ass bitches for fun
you faggots betta run
If u can't get your hands on a gun
Cas I can't stop
you'll drop
straight plup
You'll fall this is war
Smoke you lil cowards like blunts
And i aint even done yet

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