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Originally Posted by DMS

I reverse the Tide, don’t talk pods I’m probably meaner
One spray and your insides pour out like laundry cleaners
I ‘produce’ with my ‘keypad’ a ‘mastery mix’, my ‘instrument’ll’ leave you without your guts.
So If this ‘pussy cat’ wanna ‘scratch fight’ its death by 1,000 cuts.
I could end this dudes life, none of these fags will miss you.
Off ‘em and ‘tell cred it karma’ like a financial issue.
He uses firearms to write his bars so much, this dawg’s become a weapon talking.
He got large toys? Thas all noise, and the only time I met a ‘gun barking.’
Lyrically kill him, when the ‘ill eagle hits’ land, I plainly beat ya.
You’ll get a ‘shot in your dome’ like a saints receiver.