Off the rip. Dog, your shit. Nobodies ever been glad they read your battles./
Your punches fall flat. You build up to nothing like finding out Bowser left this castle/
Let me find out where you live. Squad full of Donkey Kongs. That mean we all lifting barrels/
Knock knock. Open the door to a bunch of 40s singing like Christmas carols/
I see Lotto rockin some mean Jordan's, Jeans sportin the crease on em?/
Then ima swing on em. I Call my jab a dentist the way my it's taking teeth off him/
Pocket check, keys, wallets, im snatchin whatever he keeps on him/
Then Pull double beams on him and clap cans like Steve Austin./
Il Split your fucking face open, either hand got the meanest jab./
Pull the k and put the arm to his face.. Watch him Lean and dab.
I Catch him taking out the trash He getting killed on the porch./
I put this kid in a box but We ain't building a fort./
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