your punches never land cuz u ain't clever man
I try angles in a round... that's a pentagram
don't test me fam, we fight dirty we don't shake hands
nah my fist stay clenched like I'm Rayman
I'm the main man, on my grizzly hardcore
I get the whole "block jumping" like la parkour
you ain't a match for me don, if my crew clap then you gone
I spray bitches head to toe like a tanning salon
faggot come on, you straight toast if my names spoke
I'll put 6 rounds to your chest, like a waistcoat
case closed, game over for u lame folks
self made with my own hands but I don't Playdoe
change clothes after washing out the blood
I'll have u pushing up daisies like Mario with a power up
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