Shits so hard, I gotta put it on hold, then spit it harder
With shards of glass in my hand just to cut it on the mic
an I got punches for days so don't rush me on the mic
along with sing a longs for the kids
whose moms don't like the hard shit
knuck if you buck?
I lace a bitches food with my nuts fucker
so who's not ready, I'm with a crew that runs steady, and the kind that have no problem killing
I rap when I'm ready, cool? cuz me not ready's like Mayweather on Gatti, a picking
So if you'd prefer a slow death come at me with your flow then
So I can sew your lungs, attached to your nose, so now you can breath death
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