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15 bars to leave scars in a wake of devastation,
win this battle wit no "aggro' " n grab a standin o-vation,
2Shay displays rage from stonage caged canibals,
ya empty rhymes cause "aggro" like a zoo without the animals,
hittin wit small jabs cookin this "dough" like a baker,
quick to shift stance, blink flash, theres a haymaker,
ya on the ground bowin down to the UK's finest,
im royalty in this bitch so adress me as your "high-ness",
you a bank robber tryna steal 15 bars fo sure,
but homie u only got 14 lines you hittin a paint store?,
your shit criminal in my bars you'll feel in-prison,
the only way you make 15 bars is if we all got double vision,
leave this bitch in a casket, bury him in a tomb,
hit him wit the backside of my whip, thats a "2ton carmoon", - (tuten kahmun)
lyrical assassin slaughterin my enemy,
still tryna work your lines out liek they were "bourne" with no identity,
see the shit that i spit its da truth the plain gospel,
your traped in my zone, fuck you up in my "hostel",
sliced twice like 3 blind mice ya tails gone ya fingers too,
keystylin wit stumps in this place u still englands number 2,
blazin trails ill walk your ass up n down the "kingdom" n get knighted,
my blade wit your intestine the only things that be "united",
take this shit scientific ill disect you and the others,
split you in half wit acid n rename you da "chemical brothers",
im finishin it now i cant be abotherd to write no more,
finish suckin my shit, n like ya sister end up wit "lock-jaw"...
that fuckin sucked ass...
i couldnt get into my flow n the lines just wouldnt come together...
i didnt wanna disapoint n no show...
but sorry for the whack reply lol
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