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I'm calmy waiting, you're drawing blanks 'n'
If you try to bump heads with Cre, you'll end up like Johnny Damon
I got the pearl handle, son,
Rolling with more desert eagles than Jack Hanna in the Amazon
Tweak ya technique, you can't last a round with me
You'll be on the street, covered in sheets, like ghosts on Halloween
There's no doubt I'm mean, I'm giving this kid checks
People only say that they like you, if you share similar interests
My shit'll fuck you up, just pack ya bag and quit, son,
I'll have you going through mental breakdowns like brain cell metabolism
Bitch. I'll let you spit ya' shit, then attack you,
You'll be 'black and blue for a month', like you got a Henna tattoo
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My calibre got me thinking on a higher algebra
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