Yeah, yeah , yeah
Check-it

I flow clear as water, so come harder than ya pet avatar, 50 cent
Yur simply shit, you could spit on every mix-tape, and still aint in-da-MIXX
Im endin it, you will never lick me, but I bet in your spare time you lick pipes
Plus yo punchin aren’t hittin like you agreed on a fix’d fight
I been tight, like me and da homies in a big fight, or a ziplock’d hemp bag
Youv’e been trash, we wouldn’t feel you if you wrote your lyrics on a zig-zag
You talk hard but you don’t live dat, b/c inside yur soft and I can sense that
So you went on and enlisted, in a arsenal of sorry hoes basically cuz you need help
I be packin heat, you only strapp’d in seat, wen securely wearin ya seatbelt
Im roundin second, headed for home on da microphone with astounding aggression
And if you win this battle, I know u was askin 4 votes like a student council election
MY SHIT IS POTENT LIKE A PUREBREAD, & YUR PEDIGREE IS MIXX
U BARELY EXIST, LIKE A SINGLE PENNY YOU DON’T EVEN MAKE SENSE(CENTS)

peace

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bomb first( I will BATTLE N E 1)

Help me close these/ and I will help U
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