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First off imma let you know//
on the basic of the way i flow//
better be warned//
wishing you were never borned//
coming out hard like a woman's scorn//
you should wish you were dead//
im thinking you scared, it wouldn't be fair//
i dont even care, if your hearing's impaired//
im still too ill for you to even compare//
you hoes are coming out hard//
messing with fire you're about to get charred//
what laying in front of your yard//
will be you as a fat tub of lard//
you bi***es, telling your mommy, you snitches//
imma cut you up with switches//
too many wounds and not enough places to,
sew it back up with stitches//
so what you think now?
still thinking your better than me?//
i will be your worse enemy//
on the count of three//
get killed instantly//
i will run you straight out the game//
engrave these markings on you for the shame//
planting the seed that will grow as my name//
always know that im bringing that flame//
you're a wack emcee to me there really is no competition//
so run on up outta here, and put the keys into ignition//
better open your ears and listen//
i can be pissing on your songs//
but you can't come back dissing,
why dont you go home cuz thats where you belong//




you cant come and take my spot//
what i got it cant be bought//
im skilled something your not//
stop the acting or you'll get shot//
you're meeting your death//
you'll run out of breath//
i'll rip up your flesh//
like sharks in the ocean,
ill guarantee nothings gonna be left//
motherf***er is wrong ill murder you on, any intrumental//
i'm aiming straight for yah temple//
imma be leaving you crippled and mental//
you'll go insane, trying to obtain//
the style that i have flowing through my veins//
dont start to complain when i do blow a load into your brains//
you hoes wanted me to come raw//
im coming out raw, murder all yall//
i'm cutting you up into pieces believe it, with my chainsaw//
all my plans in hand has no flaws//
you'd be sucking through a straw//
keep up that talking and you will be walking,
with more than a broken jaw//
I'm that fire, getting heated//
let me show you why i can't be defeated//
by a conceited bi*** who thinks he the shit// (D Spitz)
you will be gone and deleted//
You gonna be out for fame,
but the fame aint out for you//
cuz as long as im here,
you aint going to get through//



Im breathing and stepping//
my mic is my weapon//
im preping to kill//
better go prep for you will//
im real//
im bringing it still//
man go i sit back and chill//
this is a steal//
just like taking candy from a baby//
hate me, don't be shady when i steal your lady?//
nah i was just kidding you can keep her//
i flow so fast that you cant keep track//
you going to get smacked, in the back everywhere with this attack//
You wish you were Zach, Effron//
one of his rap track is better than any of your rap songs//
so i think you should just stick to them karaoke sing-a-longs//
i can see that you got them doctor suess rhymes down//
you look like a clown, you sound
like you should belong in the lost and found//
you looking for trouble//
you homo, you like to juggle for balls//
struggle to swallow these nuts and,
gargle for water that comes out of my falls//
you can get to the stepping,
im repping myself//
the cards were dealt//
it can't be helped//
fast food can be bad for your health//
you're finished, im done//
just let the reaper have fun//
i'll put you in a sleeper deeper that you'll never see that sun//