yo...
I thought I earned a spot in a tough bout... I guess I haven't gotten enough clout
Can't dance around facts - we seen u Bob & Weve determined a light jab'll knock u the fuck out
I'm nothin nice, You never thought it'd be torture wit knives to end your fuckin life
But once ya missin the 1st leg? u KNOW u gon be missin the other like a connecting flight
You ain't pimpin at all, sit on here day & night keyin shitty rhymes from ur 'bachelor pad'
I bet u always get 'Deuce brother'... not cuz of Bigelow but just in every matchup u have
Me and the team G's nigga we keep the heat in the belts
The stay-tucked crew, no fruit of the loom commercial... test us & see for yourself
Think about it, in text I'm practically king so how is you fixin to win...
Lines like these go over your head... tighten up & leave you kickin the wind
I'm a terrorist yo not Isis, Type to put $$ on ur family let u find them hoes all lifeless
yea I'll support attacks on Big people SPECIFICALLY, like petitioning for higher soda prices
& I won't even mention ya faggot tendencies & that butt sex ya feenin
cuz see I'm feelin your heart throb too... once I rip it out ya chest still beating
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