My man tears offered me a place on this track, it was sick so i was like hell yea... Order of rappers, Tears - Ghost - Ex... Sick sh*** for yall!!

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Yo This is what I claim, I claim but I aint boasting-queers,
We’re dropping tracks as hot as wax Yup and we’re the most you fear,
Chicks with the Golden ears the dopest here the sickest flow this year,
Ripping these foes-coz-we’re the Focussed-peers its ghost and tears,
Its PSP ye we Getting-Cream, so you better-be,
Ready to battle we tend to dismantle Any-team,
got the Barettas-beamed, dosed up on amphetamines,
and you know I “Be eX”(Bronx) but don’t live “NEXT TO “QUEENS””
Man we will wreck-ya-team, what did you expect from me?
Im getting paper quicker than a mother f***ing fax-machine,
You guys are whack-on-beats, Clapping-heat? Nah you Geeks,
Ill have ya head wrapped in bandages like Iraqi-Peeps,
man I will Crack-ya-teeth and see these soldiers-run,
“no sweating son” when I “spray-arms” like some deodorant,
I see these-older-ones, claiming that they hold-the-guns,
Yet You aint got enough bread to get a Toaster-son,
man You jus broke-as-f*** and man your f***ing flow-jus-sucks,
and You could be our Siamese twins and not get close to us,
So don’t get manic before the I cause some static and floor you faggots,
With automatics and 4 4’s damn it, you ballers had it, ya all in caskets!!!