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I said how many hits does it take to get, a hole in the center of your face with my right hand b***h.
A n***a ever cross the line ima make you see my steal come out the back of your head.
When I present n****s say Beabaracas in the place (yeah I said it)
Kick a n***a playin soccer witcha face, my n***a you playin with fire smashin every Harry, Tom an d**k the rapper cut the peace I'm very interested in conflict n***a.
Copper watch turn it up a notch purchase couple rocks shine to much when you look away you see movin’ color blotches. Credentials is some legend s**t you can check it I command a certain level of respect my n***a check my method.
Jump back follow my instructions while we pump crack reggeanomic track see I officially run that, spit flow that will spill like a funnel and pack clubs like traffic in the battery tunnel.
Listen, you fake n****s doin scams I bein pullin spoof pop n****s like you, make sure your feet is bullet proof.
Coz I'm aiming for you, don’t peace p***y, don’t push me leaving you mushy smelling like a** and v****a sumbadusi.. I think you arowack your s***s a darowak n****s always into getting there bone marrow cracked, crome barrow crack that’s when you n****s will start to sing a tune I'm killing snitches and fuckin a lot of witched bring a broom.
But I aint really trustin none of these hoes, especially if they aint cooking and cleaning pressing my clothes, s**t it I'll b***h if you buggin like all this s**t is sweet see ima dog I piss by hydrant and f**k em in the street.
F**k a corp or lay a b***h n***a on the concrete I got a fake day posimate sending n***a the beat. So I can't continue to beat you brutal and abusive like a scavenger you watch me giving tha streets the exclusives now.
A lotta n****s need to stop babbling a migrate street s**t b***h I live the rotten apple mind state I layed off the henny so I can focus on you n****s treat you like jews and give it to you kosher for my n****s.
S**t historical like mummy’s in an open tomb salute the general when I be stepping in an open room. Mostly brag and I be poppin s**t and I'm ready and willing cakin out and poppin on a n***a like a fucken contract killing.
Blackin out is exactly what I be doin every day salute the general b***h and just check my fuckin resume. Weed be all up in my lungs when the crop harvest spaz out on a random n***a like my name artesck.
Watch alotta n****s suffocating never breathin in and sentence a couple n****s to they death like scott peterson b***h just know that I'm a flipmode soldier and I will damage anything I thought someone woulda told ya!



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