You say that I'm niave I'm sick of the gossip
I think I'ma dry heave a bit of the caustic
Spit, bitch just quit talking shit, Im the one walking this
Lifestyle with my verbal knife out filling with toxins
And opulence killing emcees as a consequence
Monstrous instrument of war, eliminate, score
Disintegrate and gorge on the authentic haters porch
It's centigrade and torch, Hemingway with the force
You'll never emulate the source, commemorate the verse cause I showed no remorse
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