no matter who’s lines you use, you still suck, for real love
we know how you do… so I’m feedin you death with steel gloves
body bag sealed up, I could kill you with my worst line
fuck the fakin death shit, I’ma make you real for the first time
n’ s’obvious from ya battles, it’s time to retire bitch
only match worth mentionin’s the one I lit you on fire with
liar with no talent, attention whore n’ biter to boot
main reason I got Mexican blood on both sides, of my shoes
s’what I decided to do, put it in perspective, listen here
your only legacy’s a crew that disowned you, then disappeared
s’pretty clear, a dog’s loyalty, could teach you a thing or two
I used to think of you as a friend, now I don’t even think of you
It’s true, my punchline’s iller, I even hurt ya feelin’s with filler
and IT was the only fake clown that was really a killer
grill or chest, pick a spot, swift I’m drop kick servin
bitch you can’t flip concepts, usin the same exact verbage
what’s the purpose of ya stunts, need someone to hold, you lonely?
had you blocked on AIM for months, n’ didn’t know ‘til you told me
die slowly… only thing you’re good for is laughs n’ jokes
it’s like weedfest in this bitch, everybody passin smoke
have a stroke… have a couple, fuck I’ma watch you buckle
sick bitch, every time I’ma dick I hear your stomach rumble
what’s the trouble with ya life, why you gotta act fake
n’ someone pass that shit to smoka, faggot’s still half baked
last taste, now let it go, you been hoggin dick whore
I don’t need you’re favors homo, s’what I got ya bitch for
Fifth floor, open window, me n’ you gon hold a meeting
Kinda shit you wake up screaming from, when your only dreaming
Scheming _____, get _____, joke’s swallowin nut
You can fill in the blanks, I’ll load up with the hollows n’ bust…
*waits for response*
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