yo, i dont do all that serious shit, i only do this for fun
runnin round with these gangstas totin ma chrome 38 gun
im lookin straight at ya and i can see right through ya son
ya dad pissed off and ya moms bellys fulla alcohol which weighs a friggin ton
so am callin ya out, this aint no several fights, il beat ya in one bout
i smell fear or is that ya moms legs open gassin from smells of her trout
i spit hatred of pouring out ma mouth like a spout
your lyrical bullshit stinks worse than a gone off brussel sprout
i got the style of kuniva, throwin down words on a cypher
why i gotta lie fa, i dont give up in life, am a strifer
your worth a fiver, im priceless, call me a golden diver
ya like a dog, when ya spit rhymes, ya dont spit, ya just dribble saliva
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