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Listen Holmes,
You don't want it to the side of ya head, meaning you gone get the smith n' dome,
You a urnal cake, you made for pissin on,
You can see I'm hungry like I'm malnutritioned holmes,
I'll put you on display, like an exibition holmes,
You ain't a rapper, strapin... You a poser, kid.
I'll expose ya ribs, like the olsen twins,
Only time you roll wit Blood it be mostly kin,
If you really poppin bread it be toasted-ed...
I'm supposed to win, so when I'm done spittin its gone be a sign of relief,
You ain't riding the beat, you just the bride of the street,
Fag coming out the closet like its hide n go seek.
This ain't ya ashy skin, when you feelin the crackle,
cause you useless to B like cigarillo tabacco,
and my wrist start locking like they still in shackles,
Max gettin pushed around more than fieldin tackles.
I'm pickin the beef, wit this industry phony,
so if you gettin a plaque its gone be the shit on ya teeth, couldn't get B Split before hittin some reef,
Nigga this the belief, you will peel apart,
When you feel the spark,
And I take ya roof off like its Miller Park,
Just to let this nigga know he shouldn't mess wit the best,
Then leave the gun in ya hand so they question ya death,
Like a slow kindergartner, you last to Blockz,
Don't try n sqaush the beef wit me when I'm at the top,
Big B sittin back wit his rachets cocked,
You slip up one more time you get ya casket dropped,
I won't stop til this bastard flop... Yo Slim you fucked,
You gone be missin the net like a gym that sucks,
Prove ya fake when ya skin gets plucked,
And leave you smoked on the street like a semi-truck.
Ya homies screamin out, "Yo stop that boy"
Before you get the chalk around ya like a hop-scotch board,
The whole hood watch n snore, how he be so fake,
Cause only beef he ever saw was a t-bone steak,
Now he shown fate, how I top his scripts,
Fag hair stylist pussy, how he drop the clips,
Just talk to this, you wanna know where the drama at,
But you can't put me to sleep I'm like insomniacs,
You can bet that no matter where the teks at,
'Break him down' Just to cramp his habits,
All to leave him maxed out like his financial status.
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