Fuck rap it's gun claps, squaddd uppp; I'm 'bout to mess up the game
With all the Chinks' in your armor - Ya'll gonna end up the same
I hope you don't actually rap, silence is best for this brutha'
The moment you speak we say Sh sh sh sh like we developed a stutter//
Your raps are written poorly, the technique is weak with no recovering
& your verses got a stream of consciousness that are steady buffering
He's the softest I've seen, he's not offended if I'm calling him gay
If you're into that, he has the voice of an angel & plays the harp in his name//
Another target to slay, a phony a fake, no bite & it's too late to bark
On some real life, I got money & ho's, and I'm sorry, you'll never be razor, sharp.
Now, on to the weekend. Holler.
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