i been listenin to too much NYC rap. keepin it gully wit the gun talk, word.
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they got me battlin gill bates? i'll kill bates, and he'll feel pain
when i bring my boys to his yard and turn his brain to a milkshake
u got skill. wait. none of ya sentences rhyme
plus, i aint a fisherman but known for keepin bates at the end of the line
u think im kiddin bitch? u finna get slaughtered
got u shook, an havin a hard time breath-in gill like a fish outta water
better stop, kid YOU think u a baller? shoppin for sneakers
but the only chedder uve had went on top of a pizza
i gotta glock that'll reach ya, start moldin ya vest
cuz customer service is the only time you holdin a tech
only tuck-in ya shirt-in, wanna flow with the x
only jokin i aint holdin a glock, dawg, but i gotta hold of ya neck
just stop dawg. - ay yall, this mans all wrong
watch me take a number 2 on em like a scantron form
taken this man by storm - im gettin the win though
espically since ya only a rapper when u enter in windows
i rip whole - cliques this kids so- sick
plus this bitch is duckin my bars like a limbo- stick
better stand back-man, u the worst to shout me
so imma slice this pussy up and have my work cut out for me
and oh and its that frightening- all you'll do is scream - crawlin
through your screen choakin your ass out like the ring
just gimme the right beat or- i'll rip through your wife beater
you white n you bite- im a 'pipe-cleaner mic eater
