I'm Straight Ill Enough To Bombard You With Verses
It's Worthless For Any Emcee To Even Try To Splirt Shit
That Would Only Withold Me From Tryin To Dispatch Thee
You Could Beat Me With Snickers And Not Throw Bars At Me
I Scroll Through Rap, See, I'm Back To Bring Wrath
You Could Be Me, If You Took My Skill And Cut It In Half
What Shit Is This? Understand I'm A True Lyricist
Gimmicks Get Rappers Knocked Off Guest Appearences
See You Can Murder The Alphabet While I'm Suicidal
Blew Trough An Idle Down The Isle With A New Spewin Rifle
And Fightin Bicthes While Bitin' Stitches Of My Cuts At A Parkin Lot
Barkin Off A Bunch Of Shit, Stomp To Have Your Soul Marchin Off
I'm Startin Off With More Skill Than Talent Show Conventions
Handin Foes Detention WIth A Scroll Of Cold Impressions

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