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FBI break down like he castle
Talkin all loud baby, what's the hassle?
Cuz he got the numbers ride the dick raw, oof
Billy never had a flow, jigsaw
Dishing out the yelling stop, chancleta
Two big bops, plow boof surrendah
Half these rappers barely even whippersnappers
Crawling up the listens like a catapiller
Ain't think it's spooky but it make em shiver
I been crushing my creation now I feel like shiva
I be getting gold and they ain't even muster silver
Look how easy that they folding they been getting bitter
I might contracept
These rappers fore' they fucking breath
Ran this game a decade now it's always been a tournament
Isolated mind I'm making em struggle like he in the pen
He getting last now think he gotta jump the other side the fence
Scratched raw
Such a pussy
Fe fi foh, im a failure
Head strong
Fuck a rap sheep
Be my broad, lets hate fuck
Write bank made down on the spread sheet
He a slave to his brain agony
He doesn't stand for anything
He just a slave to mind games