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Come on now kidd, you can’t be serious ho
Cuzz The R And U doubted it a year ago
Our maybe I should call you MOB
With a name like that I doubt you streets
Our doubting you got heat, you don’t want any beef
You site like your punches nobody can peep
Yea I’m talking about sites Sniping on ya folks
When I speak of crashes I heard that’s your approach
My personals like bullets flying like ghosts
Cuzz sites gets hacked more than chicken throats
If I was you I would stick to what’s best but
No scope on ya sites so you can’t stick to techs
Heard you a broke kidd, no money in the bank
Nobody would support you, so walk that plank
If you pockets could bleed they be Red by far
Funny how online you said you Snapped your credit cards
He addicted to rap, but he aint that dope
And the props that he get, that’s all for show
All that hypes his big head keeps him spinning
And the sponsor he got is from a na clinic
It’s not his fault, cuzz he’s young and dumb
And these rap boards yea they got him sprung
His first taste of victory, was a no show, what luck
Im Running over the innocent like a Napa truck
I got this ‘young Mormon’, screaming my lines hurt
Leaving him trapped in rubbish Like a Utah ‘minor’
I would take him golfing, but he’s not up to par
Complain about my check in saying its late by far
Only way I lose this battle, if he cries like a baby
I’m beat him at home Like to a Tiger beat Daly
I’m a treat him old school like a Buick regal
He’s skipping practice like a philidelphia eagle
Don’t touch the mic, cuzz it’s used to burning
Tryna win by no shows throughout the tourney
if you dont get it dont vote..if you dont know serious...then you probably dont know my verse full of personals...
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