I got 24 lines... Match it whatever....
Finish the fight... shit.. after i start the match, his wig'll ignite..
only pair this guy carries around is on his sig in this site...
you'll get tired of me 'n thats enough to hate dude
so i'll grab those bags under your eyes and use them to suffocate you...
you'll get beat the fuck down when i aint gunnin son
E put so many 'knots' on ya face you'll wanna hang ya self with one of 'em
You ain't nothin' bum... was gonna beat ya ass in person, but i got shit tied up
thinkin... which side of ya house to knock on? fragile or this side up
bash necks with brass till they gash red, blast the techs on mass sets
he straight? Shizzah 'suck more dick' then drug addicts with ‘crack debts
Punches confuse da screen, i'll bruise ya spleen, it's simple to crush rhymes
Ya temple and guts mine, cuz Shiz aint gettin' 'Positive feed' if he nibbles a plus sign
E aint touched, believe me, after this..you'd be glad to see much
My punches be keepin Shizzah down more than gravity does
Clap fags with slugs, the keyboard got dudes grabbin' the matt
Twist ya front around, so when ya itch ya titty, you gotta scratch ya back
You aint strapped with cash.. see me holdin the cold plastic,
While his mother placin a rainbow flag over his closed casket...
You're No match kid.. aint a booth that Im lost In,
Move with caution or rep the Underground till your Roof is A Coffin
Oh Refrain, quit that gun talk son, You May Step wit Liars,
Look At my Guns, they on 'Welfare' cuz they Stay Gettin Fired...
You feasibly little! Battlin me? You seein defeat cuz I'm leavin you Riddled!
your name coincides with your verse..whole lotta Z's in the middle! ZzzZZz...
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