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Chi-Town... all the way to KC... HoE

King of Chicago.. aka lil chi one, Startin' shit but can't back it up/
Call the 5-0... 1-8-7, Village brought the gun, Clit... back it up/
Scared of me... yeah you should be, King of the K to the fuckin' C/
pall bearers will carry thee.. yes... it could be, V to the fuckin' P/
I ain't even tryin', But your ass just got pimp smacked, now bow down/
Leave your mom cryin', You crashed, Burned... bitch ass, Reppin' L-Town/

Now to my real shit...

Look, you can carry guns like Carson Jet... But It plastic/
Shook, Rhymes I fire back like Arsonist... When I rap it/
The only pistol u got is a water gun... best you grab it
My rhyme missle I shot is a hotter one... suggest you blast it/
I run the midwest... you bitchless incest... wanna be village/
U Gonna witness... your death wish as u injest, Bullets that equal blood spillage/
When I stretch lines I wreck minds, u best check Lines and not cross/
Call them request lines, the call collect lines, VIP's best time, I'm the boss/
I'm the Pimp... you just a ho... Ready to get ripped in battle/
You fuckin' trick... This K-MO.. Ready to get branded like cattle?/
Get up lazy bitch... This Paseo... Ever been blazed from the saddle/
Pot dynasty spit... Scared.. then say so... go back to the crib with the rattle/

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HOAR!!!

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