Royal vs 4fifths
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•28 Jul 2021
Wtf is 4fifth, less than a quart of man mixed with half a bitch, itll take you plus 6 from your clique, shootin free throws like shaq, its just a fact he miss, while I'm over here unloading the tech, it's just a tactical hit, and this just a practical miss, I'll givin him false hope like he actually wins, then laugh at his attack, cuz his shits gassed and it has ta end, like a bottle being split, just pass ta friend, a ho doin the splits after she dashed her man, Imma kill this pussy and his half a chance, just look at him, he cant fight, hes more into a box-N-dance, duckin n runnin around the ring ta out run the champ, til we knuckle up then this caskets his boxed-in stance, asleep at the wheel like a reservation champ, im an Indian giver as I gave you light, now im makin it black, so welcome to camp hell, since you made a reservation with champ, take a dance with the devil, as my technique is immortal with a tech 9 ta clap, medal after metal, as I steal the last laugh, so fuck it, win or lose, I'll be in cali n the steel will blast back, spittin hot rounds in the street like a freestyle rap, but this ain't a battle, you just a body in da trap Hood after hood, shit maybe next it'll be goodz, all I know, is if you put your fingers up, and imagine 4fifths of an inch, bro, you about that dam good, your less than a simp, you quit battling, since your live battles, you really couldnt win, if you're forgetting your lines then how tf you gon go in, Geeked before the battle, doin lines, thinking you was gon win, thinking this be easy n I wasnt gonna win, til I lay it down on the track, kill a bottle, n my fans can watch the fourth fifth end, they're eating it up like a jello shot as I distill the can just ta steal some fans, I was drunk before I hit the fifth n after 2 11's, I'm steel a man, so watch as I take down the four5 with a .22 just to show his bitch, that's how you STEEL a man, just a dead beat dad who went missin so now hes a matching man, after catching a beating by these magic hands I'll dissapear like a rabbit in a hat then the shows over as he took his last stance, and out of all his battles, he never sends first as he knows it maybe his last dance, so he rebuttals n wins votes by makin the fans laugh, funny how he thinks hes good, but hes really.... ah.... bad man! So imma rob him with a batman, stealing candy from a baby is a trick of a treat, as the crypts spit to hollow-spleens, now hes ghosted and I'm a masked man as I dip n split, and after the show if you look at his face n laugh, you can tell he's a madman who just got hit and then quit
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2 months, ik you said when you get time, which is cool with me, but this best be a good one from you 🤣
Wtf is 4fifth, less than a quart of man mixed with half a bitch, itll take you plus 6 from your clique, shootin free throws like shaq, its just a fact he miss, while I'm over here unloading the tech, it's just a tactical hit, and this just a practical miss, I'll givin him false hope like he actually wins, then laugh at his attack, cuz his shits gassed and it has ta end, like a bottle being split, just pass ta friend, a ho doin the splits after she dashed her man, Imma kill this pussy and his half a chance, just look at him, he cant fight, hes more into a box-N-dance, duckin n runnin around the ring ta out run the champ, til we knuckle up then this caskets his boxed-in stance, asleep at the wheel like a reservation champ, im an Indian giver as I gave you light, now im makin it black, so welcome to camp hell, since you made a reservation with champ, take a dance with the devil, as my technique is immortal with a tech 9 ta clap, medal after metal, as I steal the last laugh, so fuck it, win or lose, I'll be in cali n the steel will blast back, spittin hot rounds in the street like a freestyle rap, but this ain't a battle, you just a body in da trap Hood after hood, shit maybe next it'll be goodz, all I know, is if you put your fingers up, and imagine 4fifths of an inch, bro, you about that dam good, your less than a simp, you quit battling, since your live battles, you really couldnt win, if you're forgetting your lines then how tf you gon go in, Geeked before the battle, doin lines, thinking you was gon win, thinking this be easy n I wasnt gonna win, til I lay it down on the track, kill a bottle, n my fans can watch the fourth fifth end, they're eating it up like a jello shot as I distill the can just ta steal some fans, I was drunk before I hit the fifth n after 2 11's, I'm steel a man, so watch as I take down the four5 with a .22 just to show his bitch, that's how you STEEL a man, just a dead beat dad who went missin so now hes a matching man, after catching a beating by these magic hands I'll dissapear like a rabbit in a hat then the shows over as he took his last stance, and out of all his battles, he never sends first as he knows it maybe his last dance, so he rebuttals n wins votes by makin the fans laugh, funny how he thinks hes good, but hes really.... ah.... bad man! So imma rob him with a batman, stealing candy from a baby is a trick of a treat, as the crypts spit to hollow-spleens, now hes ghosted and I'm a masked man as I dip n split, and after the show if you look at his face n laugh, you can tell he's a madman who just got hit and then quit
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