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Spit boxing on this f*** take the round ina rap
…Making the flows down the Hatch, like im pounding the jack
With serious truth, I prove that you’re nearing the tubes
…Blacking ya eye’s out quick, Like Imperial Suits
With curious shoes I boot these delirious dudes
…And I will hurtle all your spits cuz im period proof
After I son this dunce, it’s a friendly to fix
…But I’m making Ak sing how I empty the clip
Im right to the punch, so I follow the south paw
…A kiny getting killed and I aint talking bout south park
You ballin? Consider when ya frontin with suds
…You aint old enough to even stand infront of the club!
Snitches get stitches time to drop ya calls
…But f*** a mixtape you couldn’t even drop ya balls
I swear they think that they hard, if they’re repping for new york
…But fags get smoked, and I aint talking bout new ports

you a weak punch, type to put the sword to ya swings
…but Imp is amazed, and blazed like it’s lord of the rings
ima lay you down to rest with a motherly hug
…To watch Akin getting slapped like it’s brotherly love
Now It gets a little easy cuz the throwin have ceased
…The type to beat, defeat and cleave you till your throat is a sleeve
im poking ya breed, and lethal with the flow and the free’s
…when hoping for peace, but yo its either float or ya freeze
im choking this flea, appeased when I splatter his knees
…and put the slugger on ya mother when I shatter ya teeth
you aint even on the level, that I meddle with medals
…putting the metal to ya temple leave you hanging with devils
its that quick, and yeah you know I hand you the L
…its like im boxing with this fairy, how im standing his spell
I’m drawing the line, ya find that Im off’n this rookie
…Ill leave a gap in ya chest, and I aint talking bout hoodies!!