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Niggas call me the cab driver how I'm dropping 'em off...STYLES



Suppose to battle me this week, you choked, trying to cough
I don’t battle pussies, you known to spit Vagina Monologue
I maul your spits, turned from crypt walking to walking crypt
Uppercuts send your colon to throat, you literally talking shit…


Oh, I was just warming up…



Fucked-for-now, falling flagrantly when struck-with-fouls
I heard you spit, your tracks are bull, like cuts-from-cows!
You-lost-again, your scripts are tissue, too soft-for-pens
Victory could be a sticker; still couldn’t pull-off-a-win!
Risked-the-chance, thought you were tough, but Cris’-the-man
Black starting to spew hot flows, cause dude just pissed-his-pants!