yo! this is king shit!
wat u bring bitch?
i brought a tech, gat, glock, held heated ring's n clips...
sing of this in ur folktales and fantasies...
ballads of me... actually it's all true... ain't no fallacy...
don't wanna battle me in freestyle beats...
cause if u dicky dicky... i'll see u in tha streets...
leave u for dead but u still got a anotha breath...
but guess wat?
it's all u got left...
continuism in ur anachrism will be set in prisms...
schizms...listen in if u think it's all that's givin...
livin wit assholes n dicks like i'm a fuckin "any"-"body"...
but a nobody wit a degree can't destroy me wit an "anti"-"body"...
gotti shot me n i just looked at him...
laughed my ass off n now i'm booked to sin...
crooked grins that smile at me to destroy me...
toyin me? to defeat tha one who is annoyin G's...
wit tha greatest quickest sickest syphallis in a wrist slit?
blood clotted slick shit... sick bitches wit thier clit hit?
die all ya'll motha fuckas wit ur bitch n ur unfinished... nothin in it...
WANNABE HITLIST!

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