| You barely throw jabs with your vo-cab-u-lary
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| My punchlines knock niggas the fuck out
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| Still earn block figures, cop triggers and duck droughts
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| The flyest, and I ain’t just being biased
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| A Hebrew Elzhi is one with the Messiah
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| You just a virus, a fucking disease that
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| Infects geese your techniques ain’t nothing to sneeze at
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| I crack the seal on a dutch sticker
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| Split the blunt, roll it back up and lit the front
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| The road to classic, to bury you below the casket
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| Picture that like it’s photographic
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| Fuck your chain with your logo crafted,
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| you just a follower
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| Your mother shouldn’t of had your ass, she should of swalloed ya
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| Like bottles of pills to overdose
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| Only to leave you comatose to wake up as one of Jehova’s ghosts
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| I been mean since the age 16
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| From long range could rearrange if we exchange 16's
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| As far as spittin' bars I’m on the level with the stars
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| Devil tryna chip me with the bezels and the cars
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| But I’m too swift with the true gift
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| I knew if I put a line down you’d sniff
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| Blew spliffs in the park, guns spark
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| Niggas running from the narcs and animals that bark
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| It’s more crazy than a pictue by Martin Scorsese
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| Instead of y’all starting wars, praise me, fuck y’all |