idk who u are but..
Srs. Everytime your broad spot me she disperse, fam
You claim u're a Warrior.. but I'm the 1 makin' her scream louder than that Spurs fan
But I'll admit ur nice in txt. U got bars down to a science
While you got 'em droppin' like flies.. mines doing that with your girls hands guidance
b2b u fell short with weak punches. Don't even pound your chest
U tried to 'bow a Constrikta.. & choked so bad I'd swear u had one around ur neck
We know why u txt, comin' out the gates like a creature
It takes two to tango.. & u come to every battle wearing heels vibing to La Cumparista
Knock ya back down in the ranks. The title ain't gettin' ur stamp, bitch
You're not Emergin', C.. but we'll be in a state of that if you ever Champ this
Who is this faggot? The HOF ain't ur place, u'll never adorn the throne
U're not just a drop in the bucket.. u're the guy fillin' it when the doors are closed
'Cus of ^ that, ur on the verge of suicide for bein' the blandest fool
Broski, I know the ropes.. & after this u'll be well acquainted w/ one of them and a stool
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