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Camp Bell
When I walk in the door n' he sees me, you know camp is feelin doom...
Cos once I fire shots you'll see Bell hop n' carry my luggage to the room
It ain't nothin to cut this bitch off, I kill phonies like you cos see...
If anyone said you bought a new K camp then we know ur pussy ass cashed out his cd
Ya text career is unfortunate, so far every battle you've had is for the takin...
Cos you've got enough unfortunate events in your verse to script a new Final Destination
You don't hit bitches, party hard, or even smoke up, sad to say...
Everything about you's got nerd written all over, yur worse than muzzles resume
My skills could be in Mayweather's gym, check my Knucks pussy you know it's true...
I'm a top contender with the punches, while Jilti made it hard to say for you
Yur not a spitta at all, hoe retire them flows cos yur losin more respect...
So watch me killa cam with a my range rover while bumpin some dip set