I'm done bluffin, leave son busted w/ a nasty concussion
the homies better come save artery gonna have his blood gushin
bone crushin, glass shattered on ur jaw bone, I'm stunning in a pub brawl
Or I could have u runnin, son I'm gunnin... have arms at ya back like a trust fall
After this battle they'll say ur a cut above, top notch.. BUT
doesn't everyone's kill count come from the bottom up?
You ain't on my level, think u'll catch me slipping? Hardly dude
I'm bringin fire, Art... while ur attempts resemble Homer tryna build a BBQ
Run up to his crib, start fuckin his bitch and he won't do a single thing
Cause he knows the cans'll start poppin off like the beginning of a Pringles binge
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Last edited by Habitat; 05-04-2016 at 11:06 AM.
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