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Blaze you to death, hit you with verses that be hellish...
It's guaranteed, i'm the reason your win column is jealous...
Air pellets from my hands, leave your spine in a bent shape...
Kids rhymes and his mom are similar, they both suck at a 2 cent rate...
Bob's your end, we both know there's none that's greater...
I'll watch you fall faster then a malfunctioning elevator...
Rhyme flippin, we all know who's catching a rippin...
You werent dropped as a baby, just mistaken for a pigskin...
You'll catch shots, then i'll leave your body in a rolling valley....
Let's face it, the only time you switch lanes is at a bowling alley...
In ya best folders, i'll be reigning with death boulders...
Your always in my shadow, ya DNA strands came from my leftovers...
Watch ya fans enter the ring, with their fruity batons...
If we battle on your homecourt, then i'll meet you at the beauty salon...
PeeSe.
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