Ayo i heard it through the grapevine from your main ho
U don't even like pussy, j put the d first like django
Even if you managed to impregnate the bitch and have her heel at your whim,
The day Jason Bourne his ultimatum will be weather I kill it or him
Putting in work.. yeah right, you don't hustle to get paid
The lasso you ever turned was back in the western days
Why ur lines so trash, you need to keep them off my property
No one likes ur funky Pun, junt, it reeks of mediocrity
You like a fish out of water, in my mind is all sin
I'll step on junto.. legs, hands, face, whatever it takes for the win
You lookin complacent again, I'll have you feeling despair for your arrogance
U showin carelessness, I'll kill your 12 faster then the Paris terrorists
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