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Fuck this "limited" Bitch that can't admit that he's"Skill'less"
I talked 2 his girl she was sayin somethin bout little N "thrill'less"//

Thinks he's a fucking vet, But he's the sick animal'
I tear into his bitches flesh, Like she wazza whorish'cannible//

Try's To throw Punches but he's swingin A purse'
Ur a fucking loser, U couldnt even put fame to-your'verse//

Look ya lil fag-fuck you better get this message'
You can't get into the heat,and u canadians can never "fuck-wit-wreckage"//

You and your fucking Flag, I pity the fool who wears that'
And I envy the dude, that has yet to fucking claim'That//

U have a treaty, So u can never beat me
Come accross the line, U could cut my legs off and u couldnt "de-feet-me"//

Spit Like Satanic-generic Hydrochloric-acids,
Ripping your face off, Like Cum, Drippen in your mom and aunts asses'//

Saying your this "vet", No disrespect'I have a better
chance as a white guy, Winning the black rap artist-pennant//

Your so soft Like a pretzel,Bend u in 50
different ways u fucking cased mental//

Wreckage aint happy hes fucking pissed off,
I will open this barrel and take your brain off//

Bustin window's Shattering Glasses Take
a glimpse at my past, And u wont be the one laughin//

Your spits stink, Like cyanide gasses'
I'll split your face in 2 like a whore spreadin her ass cheeks//

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