So I never replied, don't cry cause I don't have the time spent online, all day babblin about yay or special K, could destroy you in every which
way, but didn't have time today, cause I have a life, no wife but lyrics still sharp like cutco knifes, so don't come at me with strife, my rhymes
lyrically commit hate crimes to ya face don't need mace but perhaps a case, to shove ya body in when i'm done with ya, never stop cums on ya,
girl, from you diamonds but from me pearls, I seek to twirl ya mind in my snare your lyrically impaired, cause ya trapped, you rhymes are
whack, that shit ya wrote keep it on ya back, cause no one wants to see it you couldn't be legit, like the blunt I rolled last weekend, your off the
deep end, no comin back like a terminal diagnosis, just how ya livers in ptosis, I make the most it, my crews critical with rhythmical, any of us
could sever your ambilical, ween from the teet of defeat, you so used to life shitting on you ya carry around bounty, laughing stock of the
county, so blind ya can't see, then it's me, right on top of yee.
made it bold and spaced for easier reading
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