just a guy interested in music and wanting to keep a dying hip hop alive.
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Yo, I think this cat is one them al qaida guys,
Cuz stepping up to me is straight up suicide.
No matter what u spit at me, u goin in the trash bag,
Cuz when u battle me u gon fall like the Nasdaq
But i?ll let u choose between the hefty or the glad bag,
Cuz I drop rappers like bombs over Baghdad
Steppin to a G, I?ll introduce u to a tek,
I heard u drink a lot, I?ll shove a 40 down ur neck
Each of rhymes, is a goddamn crime cuz it gets so grime
U step to me I?ll drink ur blood like red wine
Gouge out ur eyes put to sleep like a nursery rhyme
ROC A BYE BYE Baby already look beaten
Cant get these verses cuz ur circuits over Heatin
HE 10 faggot u bred up on eggs and ham
U rappin? What the fuck u know bout slicing a gram
white boy gangsta work hard n save a lot
Im on the streets cookin up crazy rocks.
Fake ass rapper, u aint lick shots on the blocks
The only pops u ever knew where on the kellogs box.
So u better git up before I spill blood
Smoke u up with the ashes and big buds.
