This is forsure death. Shoot everything breathin wen I squirt tecs
Run in the crib n even surround ur babies wit the sticks like a birds nest
I was raised in the jungle so if I pull this strap u'll be fulla holes
Once u hear that Bengal thru u, the shit 'll look like u got attacked by 1 of those
Kill em wit a single punch, I dont play. Schad u dug ur own grave
I got this barbarian a nigga quicker than one that lived in the stone age
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Bringing heaters when we spar, the gun speech’s got u far
no personals cuz bullets don’t have names on ‘em, yet neither does ya bars.
Gunplay ain’t cool when that’s all u sign in yo rhyme book,
any time took, reading thru I think how’s he Mexican but not a single line cook?
Secretly yo lil wife’s a femi-dike whose fellatio gimme life,
pimp shit, so at any price the bitch’ll peddle thru yo city, she a Divvy bike.
Dismembered this guy, u shouldn't even have given a try,
s'why Ion't gaf u rose to the challenge, cuz look how it went for him in the Chi.
both came with heat but I felt ones verse had more flavor in it, birdsnest shit was mean but I felt Schad's opener was soo meann it was a fire ass personal and was worded dope, I think Cred couldve attacked his opponent in more areas and maybe made the concept stick alil heavier to son for the kill but this was a dope read either way. v/Schad
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