Lyrics
stop it, drop it meaning the mic,
punch green in ya eyes,
and still couldn’t look ill on site,
kill this dyke,
filled with knifes, and you still couldn’t pull out something sharp,
u spit dumb ass bars, I own and run this spar, just wish upon a star dawg,
face it u a waste kid,
murda u im bitter like orange peels,
I’ll stash ya body ina cornfield,
and it aint for scarin crows,
you aint barried yo,
so them and vultures prolly eatchu up,
you couldn’t defeat me slut,
havin a nas CD tucked,
is the only time u consealin heat,
you dont wanna deal wit me,
leave u set with scars,
like 3 decks of cards u couldn’t handle it,
my punches left u dismantled kid,
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