Check, whore
This is death, I flex cancerous text, swag like a black man during sex
A bitch nigga dance with the dead, cuz he can't hold his candles to gen
Can't you see the fantasy yet? The stress, The temper tantrum effect
Panick in threads, cause your skills about as real as a tarantula web
Canibal rep with fifty calibre range, powerful aim, you lack any brains
take ur ass out of the game, in every aspect -u ain't ballanced the same
Bow to the great, the swag and flow g.o.a.t, your a bag of bones -hoe
I be in the catacombs where I write the blackest poems, capo flowin'
My castles golden, throne is reserved, for the hardest soldier in earth
Hearts colder than urs, aproach and get served like a roach on a curb
Choke ur throat with my heels, squeel, swallow my toes and the steel
Ur souls been revealed, cuz ur a joke on the real, that nobody feels
I'm gi joe in the field, rogue when I ride, a totem pole for a spine
You openly lied, de la hoya when u promote -musta been totally high
To think your flow is divine, this jehova can die on a cross by himself
exhausted as hell, when I strike the truth where ur fraudulence failed
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