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This is what you get for talkin' shit in a chat box
I'll swing a sword and leave ya head like a flat top
Ya rap's flop, so stop that, you fake cat
Called your ass out, no surprise, you never came back
I never bitched out; but in actual reality
I said you have no balls, but you must to say that to me
Haha... you're a joke, a pussy with issue's
Try to act tough when all the other people diss you
And listen... why you hatin' on my home boy strife?
Dude is 20 times better than you'll ever be, aight
So just get it through ya thick skull skitz, you suck
Or I'll put it on the pavement and open it up
Yeah...Ain't a god damn thing about you sick
But the look on ya face when ya lickin' a clit..
In every direction..you'll fucked up verbally ,whore
Have ya cleanin' up ya language like it's dirt on the floor
This is what you wanted now ya got it, you punk
I'ma lyrical beast, there ain't no stoppin' me bruh...
You're runnin' your mouth so you can die like a snitch
Don't dare say somethin'....he'll cry like a bitch!
Hit em in the dome where the jealousy lays
Have em runnin' home to mommy like she yellin' his name
While you're tellin' us lies...I'm listin' the facts
I can tell you're real soft when you droppin them raps
Ain't no competition for twisted, im gifted
Leave ya dome wet like you're turnin to christian
Forget about the battle, shit, the battle can wait
We can tangle you'll get fucked up after the date
You can rap, you're bitch, i know you know that
You only pick on little kids you know won't try to fight back
It's too late for make-up's and friendship
And every word I said in this track, I meant it
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