call out the dogs
Am cat your ass up and dump It in a trush can straight outta hades came out am the illest rapper heard you fronting for a fight nigger you was never gangster get down on your knees smell the powder leak the nozzle smell the beef that's a fkn lauper we was cooking beef straight outta Congo my niggers from bongo gat beef too so don run in circles I feed on whack rappers and soo grows my fame. my punchlines so painful you may need some Morphin nigger I don play never played when I was a kid no time for play just food and hustle so this game means allot to me no pain no pleasure that s why am killing you on this beat and the next one you claim you spit dope bat that shit you never swallowed wait you look like Jordan playing ball on epl and mother fuckn Messi playing ball on NBA believe me my murder scene is messy too many clues they don't need forsenics period your autopsy reads murder by punch lines you just got bit by a stray dog you just got hit by a sniper . can see through you no positive vibes nigger my punchline speak volumes I don need speakers and volumes and if you that bridge I burned it and if am back on my knees to you just cat my head off coz I forgot to be a lover . hold up your reply might sound like Mickey mouse getting killed in Disney murder murder in Disneyland don dis me just kiss me gun
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