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my style is like a virus cuz you cant get rid of it
dont ask me for my blunt cuz you cant hav'a hit of it
on my block im controllin the block controllin the glock
chop you up like rock sell fa 20 dollars a pop
the ammos infinite like a sideways eight
i crave violence and my tek sprays hate
i carry clipse like pusha T and malice's team
and i get more crotch than a balance beam
ya name's oxymoron doesnt make you sound clever
it makes me wanna find your neck and just sever
im the young gunna, yo group is old
frozenflame's blown on less than soup thats cold
ill shatter and scatter ya brain matter, it dont matter
ill batter and splatter ya veins flatter, wit no chatter
no talk just fight no bark just bite
frozenflames gon' get fucked up tonight
yo, you cant have flame with fire
so if you say you on my level then you a liar
i dont need a hard street beat to defeat you
im savin them for the next round's more elite crew
i checked ya shit kid this ya first audio
gonna use the mic from ya compaq presario
hope the qualitys tight so the voters can see
that even with a studio u aint better than me
get the fuck off my dick bitch i aint ya brother
wanna know how my sperm taste ask ya mother
kid ya rotten, just like teeth with plaque
im hard, ya new names kraft cuz you easy mac
before i even started bitch this battle was through
dont only bring beef i bring a herd of cattle too
beat you to death with a mag-lite flashlight
your more annoyin than a band of bagpipes
hold my weaknesses like I pinch my mistakes
you get fucked in the ass so like finch ya shit breaks
battle's over im gon bounce like tits from baywatch
my rhymes tighter than ash or mary kates crotch
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