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I used to do text, Kyzer would read it and quote it
Now I hold guns like they was sad and needed consoling
You'll swallow clips, I'ma leader you on some follow shit
He needed advice, so I gave him some hollow tips
I spit raw, I won't even have to speak on tha bombs I shoot
I'm tha type to put a price on your head like a prostitute
Pizza boy wit tha pen, believe my rhymes gone deliver
Cuz I'm about to hit Sosa more times than blindfolded pitchers
I look at your sig, and I keep findin it funny
Cuz you ride Banks so much your shit's right on tha money
Named Kyzer, not a gangsta neva had a bloody past
Only time you on tha block is when your aim buddy's mad
I'm hot and raw got lines that'll drop ya jaw
I keep my hand on ya chick's cat like Doctor claw
I hope you plot to crawl, cuz I aim to shoot queers
I'll push ya mug back, like I didn't order root beer
You beatin me is between impossible and improbable
Cuz one shot or two'll leave this nigga in tha hospital
I'm droppin you, leave ya indent in tha concrete
In a test of strength you'll scream mercy before our palms meet
Put ya creative juices on a playground, this'll pound ya pride
It wouldn't stop a kid wit new clothes on from goin down tha slide
It's minimal, and kid tell tha truth you ain't no damn criminal
Said you rushed ya verse to work on ya flow?,good cuz it's pitiful
Tha shit I spit at you, will leave you neckless I wreck shit
From sections to sections when I rhyme it's a blessin
Better yet a lesson you confessin when I show aggression
You fuck girls til they blue in tha face, I change hoes complexions
In a matter of seconds, I'ma leave you wit a hollow spleen
You wanna be Sin so bad, you gone be tha devil for halloween
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