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Story behind the song
Juss wanted to hit dat kid up
Lyrics
The Weak who test i suppress, get compressed/i spit to impress, and
quick to blast all who oppress in the chest/Step on pests who meddle
in my mess/head-rush i see im puttin u thru stress//
U aint been blessed wit talent/ill snatch u off da streets wit my talons
leave u leakin blood in gallons/should be out, u pinkslipped but shyt
happens/i stay strappin/like audiences who want encores i stay clappin//
U da shrines worst lyricist, and u always puttin up a skirmish/
im a stay spittin heat till it burns thru ur epidermis//
Come on kid, face it, u weak like a sick patient/
spend days on ye written/Fate like a cobra, venmous spitten//
Stay hittin verses, its been a blessed curse/only way i stop attackin
is when u in da back of dat hearse//
U receivin bullets like jevon kearse/flow sicker den sars makin sho u dispurse/U da worse//
Its official, uve swallowed nuff cum dat u full to da brim/matter
fact, uve sucked more dick then lil kim//
2-0, bitch u cant win/Use fist wit bliss to leave ye eyes chinky like jin//
Fate gone audio, shyt's juss about to begin/murda u by dumpin lead,
treatin ur head like waste bins//
Flows been ill, since da days of childhood/gully styles i let loose,
commercial shyt for hollywood//
Ud battle back if u could, its just a hunch/spit like u armless,
so i aint worryin bout ye punch//
Im clutch, eat u like a bowl of capn crunch/
u weak like nemesis, tilt, and such and such//
if i live like im dreaming, id decimate they weak/
leave yall tappin in submissions like the iron sheek//
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