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Yea bitch wishes first, yea request will get you served
I’ll put your Soul on ice by laying necklace down first
Yea kidd no accidents, to you its all acting it
You agreed your counterfeit, by revealing your accents lipse
Its fact no fiction I check the threads
I went through history on the net in less then 30 secs
Im not mentioning dirty sex, but kidd confessed to a raping
I will Exposed you on myspace, by uncovering your grave scene
Please yall hold the applause, what’s that vibrating his jaw
His skillz defect the device his usb mic has no flaws
Chedderlyn spot him ten bucks, cuzz this bitch is funny
Ima chop eze like a supplier and split this money
The flags raised but the aboriginal far from white ‘’Ave. original’’
I leave a mark on this being like I was scarring his life
You Can’t spit a written kid you know this be real
Ima support natural murder like I was Promoting easy-kill
and don’t front brother, you like the lime light
but this tramp at the rear like he was falling behind stride
you write for yourself, we all thank your music is whack
and im beaten your footpath like getting u bruised on a track
this uncle sams a fake, Singing cheers to all
but I’ll exposed this beer bottle, like I revealed his glass jaw
since we in the vicinity, none shiver when you speak
its like you release the feeble cuzz your delivery is weak
and bitch get up to date, every week she must cheat
it must really hurt getting dumped for a real emcee
and your social skills suck, you gotta neg rep man
this bitch gives bad advice, like a ex saying she pregnant
my arms in rotation, time to flip me old fire
time off killed your swagger, like your jimmy died retired
you could drift in suspicion I doubt it would flow
I collapse your lungs like you inhaled some house smoke
Kidd how’s your capacity, there’s no outlasting me
Ima shoot this frozen joker, Like I was blasting frees
Illness can be found, but you’ll just get ripped
Claiming everyone has aids, only cuzz we spitting sick
Hey aussie how’s your mind, cuzz I’ll grind it well
Send you on a walk about, so you can find yourself
You claiming to be well hung, but your never around
I’ll let you use my tripod so you can Stand your ground
You never listen to critism, just like your single mother
Have a bourbon and coke and stfu brother
The internet is to expand, you never absorbed the group curve
You make music for yourself, like a unemployed producer
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