I'll twist ya freak, skeet her throat.. then best believe Im ghost
nobodys talkin bout UnoQuattroTres.. unless its ya girl sendin me beeper codes
I'll let the piece explode..turn ya teeth to mulch, collapse ya flow of air
& when police ask about ur body.. I'll say "Rumor has it, n he stashed it god knows where"
Ura topicalist ina battle??? unfamiliar shit when the script is skewed
Ima keep it descriptive...U wack amateur faggot.. & thats Tres elements of bitch in YOU
Whatcha fuckin thinkin? Ur no match against a hazardous battle prince
any hope of YOU winning was built on sand.. & Im the beach bozo kickin ur castle in
See Im THAT convinced, if we square off.. a swift right bomb'll be kiboshin kid
then death will find you on the street soooo fast.. like hitch-hikers ina zombie apocalypse
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