Catch him at the studio! I got plans to have you permanently snoozing
Fresh pack, I keep a coo stick! Shots spread Black across the wall like soundproofing
lol coo opener
You hallucinate! Make ya character see illusions where death send ya
Fire at his face! In disorder I can fuck up his speech & thinking-schizophrenia
a lot going on here bud
Think its a game? I'm zombie walking through the house w/ this heavy K
Let off shots! Then watch heart plague fall out a dead guy..thats State Of Decay
ehh
The gun transform! I'll have it standing on wheels when i aim the shot
When 4 arms on the machine waving at the flesh, it ain't a Da Vinci Robot
ok ok
Thought you could eat in public! Fuck the chicken plate when the eagle on ya
Birds flying until the wings spread out on ya shirt-Hollister California
dope
You in a bender, guns on each side i can slide the clip like it's Tinder
Red beams left to right on his outfit-resemble buttons on chucky suspenders
stretch...st8 tho
They predicted me a slim chance, disrespected me like your gun bars to advance
In Atl you a buckhead resident! The closest JB will get to Shoot-is a Blocboy dance
lol dope
Glock beside me modified, you let them amp you up! Now you in the way of harm
The metal gauntlets flash on the side of his temple like Thanos Arm
st8 closer
2 uppercuts, 4 jabs, 2 body shots
This’ll be Frieza vs Goku...when Frieza tried to win by blowing the planet up/
Translation: Win or lose, this battle will fuck Namek up/
damn, dope n/p
You road kill. Drive by in the old DeVille. I’m in the fo’ door letting the fo’ peel/
If this hoe live? Come right back n ‘get another shot at the champ’...Flo Real/
i fuck with this
The ‘desert flipping shit’ like a tumble weed when I burst eagles/
Or I’ll lift the Smith...and have it ‘pointed at ya roof’ like a church steeple/
st8
The shit I’m blaming leaving heavy damage. Ya whole chest open when I aim shells/
Bystanders’ll ‘C in the middle of DynamiCz’ like how ya dumbass name spelled/
eh
This the End of the Road. I’m letting the four sing like Boys II Men/
Or a K to ya ribcage...‘I gotta stick by ya side’ like a loyal friend/
LOTB
Catch you in traffic and slump ya quick. Leave ya head hanging from ya whip/
After the Mac spit - ya wig falling out the window on some Rapunzel shit/
fuck with this
Send shooter to ya crib. Snipers in the grass - fully prone to keep the scope stable/
My niggas laying on the ground with the arms waving...they making snow angels/
ehhh
But we don’t really need slugs. Pull up with a bat and start smashing D’s mugs/
Now his cranium cracked with his eyes ‘hanging out the socket’ like a febreeze plug/
I like this
2 uppercuts, 4 jabs, 2 body shots
I got this even but I got Jabari with the LOTB and the win. Dope battle fellas and a close one to call. Good Championship match.
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