LETTERMAN:
You drop dope on your site, but here it'll be average shit
So after Smoke bombs, he'll have to toss a few to escape the embarrassment
U gon be the one I bitch. Bet his death is slow
I'll make sure this guy fries with the metal like a Futurama episode
Them weak ass punches wont have us feelin shook
Your verse'll never burn, stein bears as much substance as that children's book
I'll make him beg for his life b4 I empty every shell
And have this fruit talking in front of a clip, like this was Veggie Tales
Cant stand to look at his own mug. He got some cruddy ass luck
If we see smoke and mirrors together, he's tryna disguise the fact he's ugly as fuck
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