I'll bury you without a shovel, leave ya in a grave,
put your head so far underground you'd release a mixtape.
Nobody wants you on the mic, so just keep silent,
this notebook profiles a creep, he dreams of a lonely island.
Coming with long bars, shit concepts and vague hits bitch,
years of mental scars, a dick complex and gay wishes.
You're like Weezy if he tried to make it on a rap forum,
you're a bad omen, killing text battles with crap torchin.
I handle this bitch like I was sent by the state to terminate,
words like an axe, ripping through your face as it gurgitates.
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BITER.
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