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Ayo I own you to death until im known as the best/
White lookin latino with a nose like KRS/
Caterpillars for eyebrows get that dumb bitch/
Effects on all your pics because your ugly as shit/
Plus you packin a lisp, and I be snatchin ya dame/
Cause my tongue got more talent than ya whole fuckin brain/
And im not gonna change you say I got a bitch voice/
All I says im glad I don’t have ya lisp boy/
I spray a paint can in the eye of horus/
I’ll play the rapper while you drivin the tour bus/
Listen to this gay guy id rather watch paint dry/
Saves played lines sound like somethin wrote for gay pride/
I can’t find ya word play you weak and in the worst way/
He’s getting owned like work slaves right before I fuckin merk save/
Say my shit is whack but then you lack-luster as fuck/
You tough actin like tinactin but can’t back ya shit up/
I don’t even see why your not passin off as a geek/
Cause save don’t bring much to the table besides his booster seat/
Savior breath? You a hater at best/
Takin blades to ya chest and then seraded ya vest/
I’ve broken his neck thinking he flow the best/
What you need to fuckin do is keep ya ego in check/
Ever since sprite left you talkin all that tough trash/
But in real life couldn’t afford a fuckin bus pass/
Or grow a fuckin mustache you look like a freak/
And you look like as a child you were tortured and beat/
Ayo im scorchin the heat and stickin forks in ya feet/
You one hundred thirty pounds I’ll hit this dork in the cheek/
What you five foot four? You bet I’ll settle the score/
And just jesus in ya sig I’ll leave ya 'dead on the boards'/
You see his rhymes aint edible nobody will bite this/
Spendin hours on end hatin on terrible white kids/
Drop text disses and you actin like a fool man/
*Yo savior breath why cant you just play it cool man?*
Talked shit in the streets got damaged and bruised/
So you go up online to flex your anger issues/
But ima bang ya with tools strangle ya head in a noose/
I’ma find a line adjacent and just aim it to shoot/
I know why hes lookin strange with his tracks and records/
This kid was born during the crack epidemic/
*Tick Tock tick tock…*
So cover up your ears when you hearin "my steez" bust/
This kids a fuckin crème puff plus your fuckin beats suck/
Been across the globe cant find a fugglier trap/
Or a wetback who sounds like elmer fudd when he raps/
Better get back wit the acid I spit/
Because your verses sound like ya fuckin salvia trips/
You’re a fuckin bitch ass whose about to get his shit trashed/
And im the kid to do it if you win this then I’ll quit rap/
