Dawg my words are known to be blunt-tight-and-blatant/
Beatin me?U aint got a chance in hell like rollin dice-wit-satan/
If u wanna learn how to rhyme, Im-ya-lesson/
U aint on my level, only way u see me is cuz I shine-flor-escent/
U scared, need to get-out-and-fight, step-out-with-mics/
Im showin no signs of stoppin, like brakes with-out-the-lights/
Im battle-crazed, 'jack-hammerin' flows that 'rattle-gays'/
steppin-to-me, might as well 'back-stroke' through shallow-graves/
want 'beef'?, watch me 'cattle-slaves' & gather-rage so 'hot', it'll make all 'shadows scrap-fa-shade/
Dawg, u dont kno what u got when u stepped into-this-shit/
Cuz I cant be beat, kinda like an impotent-dick/
So its best ta 'wait on pain', I use Spells-To-Sicken/
My foes reside-in-the-south, I bring hell"-ta-victims/
Dont play no games, ya be compelled-ta-witness/
Man, I came wit a plan to flow past-you-faggots/
when I spit I "drop rivers" like Orlando-Magics/
Got u poppin pillz cuz my punches got ya head-aching/
Punk bitch, 'stealin oxygen" is tha only time ya rhymes could be breath-taking/

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