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One, two, ready, go/
I've gone Al-Queda so watch me explode, man/
You know I've won like the FedEx Bowl Game/
Re"oranged" ya, NCAA, your a no-name/
No game like a rain delay/
I did your mother so raw like my steak filet/
Oh wait, I might talk about your momma dude/
I'm splicin inside her like commas do/
Yea, I'm startin drama, screw Eightball and MJG/
Music's sounding so "doe-ray-me"/
Your so "fa" from me, it's "so-la-tee-doe"/
Now I'm jumping your wall like a latino/
I won't fall to your wall, it'll never stop me, dude/
My heart's starvin' to end you like a Nazi jew/
And uhh, you made me do what I gotta do/
Got ya motherf*** ers jealous, I'm your momma's screw/
You say you won it but you didn't, pun intended I just ended/
On your mother, it was splendid, some will spit it but she didn't/
Now I know where keeton gets it, he swallows all my sentence/-es
Intenstines can't digest it and the verses come out sh** ted/
Break it down if you don't get it, you come at me with your crappy rhymes/
I'm stoppin you with bars like I'm fightin' crime/
You're writing lines like your blind and using white out/
I switched it up and took you down, Keeton's lights out/
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