I got luv fa every writer, but in battle u can trust I'll off um w/a ratchet
So s'no hate when I throw Schade, in war it's a must I toss him in a casket
U clowned Bar fa cryin, that's cool cos I ain't denyin the guys fits
But when U lose u stay quiet fa weeks.... pussy u do all ur cryin in private
This text shits a hobby tho, right? Well that makes 2 of us son
But when I body u bruh, think party pooper, Im here to ruin the fun
U show up to all ya battles & drop weak, landin a worthless percentage
S'like hiring a reliable idiot, all u got going for u is perfect attendance
To act wild is funny, ur name plays r trash & ur wack style is bummy
u'll be the only faggit flippin profit & still be assed out of money
Proof u ain't got chips is in ya thot pic, that slop trick is a life waisted
So fuck sayin ya knots thick, when u score hoes that's not thick in the right places
Cheap sluts, even the homeless hit ya crib when u leave cuz
To them ya spots the headquarters, cos s'only 25 cent to get ya meat sucked
Most don't believe in this stuff,but I tell the future, hammers out, piece to ya mug
Think that's absurd clown then S'Raptors 1st round.. either way u'll get the heat or the bucks
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