I do this? Well, I gave my mouth is an Uzi and I shot him with hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed to get him back this time I draw the line 's my ... Not only cold tap nobody cos Imma sick The boy was like a fake note three dollars and this time I shoot to kill, just like a fool She took the bait Now you're like a dead fish on my plate So people party late kick your feet up, I'm on fire until it is hungry for a fight, now is the time to eat Boy's, I amgonna chew you, because I knew it was Talkin 'that junk, punk, now Imma you how you should do, call you my son say "Dad, I do not want none" I've had enough of you actin' tough You huff, puff , unpack your things Puff Bluff Talk of a battle, but I do not want you do, you're there you blew egocentric, I am a stone cold genius came back with a level of attack your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you say that? you have to sneak to the drawing boardJack Board ... The Ripper, with my zipper You get paid for this, an informant Moe Dee Tryna knock, as I rock, Get Off My Jock Imma knock you out of the box, let's go ... Let's Go! Verse 2 put up or shut up, so what happened? Oh, to have cut off the microphone and speak, as your record went double platinum album with the lyrics? Eh, I laugh at them so that you paid for you, take the money you bet he had done to themselves, are you afraid of? Money talks, BS walks When I like a hawk is a victory for stem...
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