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Yo, im back with the ill shit, feelin the best
This is when the shit hit the fan like he was ron artest
I mean you spit tight, but no one like this guy
Don’t want personals leakin out, call him private eye
Hate to tempt fate, but youll lose in the end
Got no Pace, met ya maker, you missin ya best friend
Line to finish, fuck you and mind ya bidness
I’ll kill your whole family, fukk the eye witness
Excuse I get amped, don’t push me ya shit stank
Like the girl scouts, they all pussy up in ya camp
Spit shit, That’s how the beats will catch ya
And ill make Eye Die like the freestyle rapper
Imma split this kid he gon spit outa his lungs
Ill see you in hell, you still be livin wit cha moms
You aint ahead of ya time, times ahead of you
Im sayin, you was 14 for like three years duke
Ya whole squad fake, best believe dat ill rock em
Ill put the mag to Eye like im reading a column
I stay high, only time you ever even comin fly
Is when you ridin this brit, like I was the London Eye
Son, u learn young not to fuck wit a vet
But its nice to see Africans log on the internet
Backflip, you soundin mad young on ya trakk kid
Maybe cause Eye the Gary Coleman of this rap shit
He never grow up, when there beef, he never show up
And like a wack Iraqi bombers, you’ll never blow up
I think you straight stink, Yo aint shit in the endz
Cause Eye aint touchin Blinks, call him a contact lense
In the end my friend, You gon get got
Its all or nothing that you cry over yo pops
Juss stop, I aint getting into harder de-tail
But I find it kinda funny that ya fathers in jail
In the evening, all I need is to ignore these hoes
And wake up in the morning to serve Ori *OHSSSSSS*
Juss know, I don’t need no more amo
Cause basically, you facin me and im rappin to a shadow
You got merked kid, you juss hit rock bottom
Now get outta my face and go pick my cotton
Hickery, dickery, dock
Why do Eyeronik stay ridin my jock
I kicked his bitch out of my crib
N now she sells my rocks
