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u look shook gotcha shit took stop trying to ac hard u a tub of fucking lard I rob you and take ya card tell your little buddy he a bitch better go to Diane and snitch u aint scaring shit fat want cookie get paper cut and play hooky looky looky I euthanized da rookie go ahead accept defeat and getcha ass beat u a pussy not made for the streets kong on da track mic burn young man u need to learn my turn im sheet surfin lane swerving execute the serpent my grasp iss da firmest yeah bitch u gotta firmly grasp it my car I crashed it mashed it and smashed it like chips ahoy i consume da fuck boy grab grab a broom assume your place in your room a mistake in da womb you running outta luck jooce is loose whats the use it's mic abuse if your chuck than im bruce u ass donkey Whitboy honkey stay shook and be salty that ego is faulty im going hard u aint going out softly i spit 16 my mic skill clean da diss track mean make blood spill when I scream junkies get clean avoid team pein use mean grean I don't smoke ice and I don't drink lean so other than the green I keep my piss clean to you im the king