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The end of the reign/Diss to Trauma
This is the end of ya' reign, no more games, y'all gon' make me pull the power cord......I rebound ya' fake ass flo's, bitch im the power forward.....Im like a lost soul so you boyz cant see me......Arch scared of my next line, watch he run to his fuckin' teepee(fuckin Indian).......Ink say he spit murder, watch him get charged.......Because the outcome of my flo is conviction, Im spittin' penitentory bars.........you gory nigguhs just actors, wanna' create a scene....... but the scene y'all gon' create is gon' be me holdin' ya' fuckin' spleens......Im the best when it comes to, "Jigsaw" puzzles........cuz I piece the shit up til' the blood start to guzzle.........Arch, you just a fake, a stranger to your own name......and if ya' keep talkin' stupid, watch I light up ya' brain.......my flo is so nuts and full of beef, that tripe......and I bet that Jigsaw'll give his life for a fuckin' bite(fuckin Mexican).......Why am I battlin' a native and a border hopper......only beef these nigguhs know, is in a muthafuckin' BK whopper......and that aint even real beef, but I am, you wanna' taste........wait a minute, let me chew it up and spit it in your face........you sweetcakes, if y'all made, then ya' made by Lil Debbie.......I heard Debbie had a fight with Ms Crocker, she claimed y'all 100% Betty........but me, I don't debate, each one worse as the other....... In this "field" of rap , Jig probably catch me workin' his mother......If ya' didn't know, I am black, gon' call me a slave......but Ima "Massa" in this rap,dont need a switch for you boyz to obey.......and I can go all day wreckin' on you test dummies...... but with these next two lines, I'll wrap the shit up like mummies........
the end is near, you have 1 more bar to live........ Trauma is dead, they have served the death penalty, theres no more bars to give.......
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