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An a brittish dude Kill another American kat...
Alibs all over the place cant u do better than that?...
When i Flow they just Know its Me..
Hope u Show up Be
Quit making raps and Stick the fuck to the poetry
See me? naw see im clean to go Choke hores..
Slice open your throat Cus im Seein your Vocals...
Whats all the hype im the Man that is tight..
See the keyboard on the disk n leave my hands for the Typ/type
With everythin i Write i focuse and Snipe..
kidnapp ya body knfied.. leave no hope for ya life...
i got the recipe Set to slay ya
and yes da sauce killed u off like i poisned up ya extra flava
im concered for phris im fire u Burned to bits..
Why you tryna battle.. First you should be Learnin to Mix.
Dudes Shook ima hook a right..
Look im cook ya life..
ya doubles aint on point like your look a likes just dont look a like..
i Smack And i crack on these hores
get smacked to th jaw
ill leave ya record worse than da wack jay readens battle score.
Change beat
be beat n get roasted..jus Simpley Buck hoes...
Cus myself will leave you like Easay..simply Just ghost
Im Bolder slay i know im hotta see
acknowelege me...
By ya mixin i tell ya go cwontitiy over quilty
Spit It Wont Demolish Me.. im Sicker Hoes Apoligies..
After Iv Ripped Them n Slit Them Cus im Quicker an im Solid See...
i Jus piss's An hurt Kids.. Im Wikid to murk kid...
you make a trac called cheap shots cus ya diss's aint worth shit..
be Missin tha Purchase...ya spittin his dirt Kid...
may as well Hit morphen..im not feelin it hurt kid..
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