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Postin now cuz ima be out late......G'luck dunn
Its death ya deserve, my weopons is words, ill let several be heard..
If your technique is right on the money, myne is imprinted on the federal reserve..
Catatonic think he the one wit the tactics, aint got nothin to practice..
Yeah, your verse is a handful.........Of played punches & wackness..
Up in the wrath, its.....my strength.........Hate or take more hits..
Ya rhymes need a quick change,
So when i spit a dope verse.................Make a break for it..
Its something hurtin you, your not even fuckin worth it to..
Ur so wack, i can beat you with just punches.......Nothing personal..
Another in check, i rip some of his best with clubs to his neck..
Cuz he spits wackness on the fly......Bee, butterfly & any other insect..
Choose to be tanked, Good shyt Dip' for give me a loser....& thanks..
Cuz after the battle, Cat's passin awiegh, & i dont mean user in ranks..
Breakin you more, with punches makin it war but no bravery scores...
Cuz, if beatin you is a piece of cake, Im the whole fuckin bakery store..
No hollows attack you, str8 punches, as your in sorrow, i laugh to..
Bite the dust? Cat' sucks so much....Hell fuckin swallow the vaccum..
Im droppin ya frame while lockin the game, theres no stoppin the pain..
& Cat', Yeah youll get airtime................Lookin at a clock on a plane..
The truth is, no one likes you, kid.......Nothin in ya drops to be hype to..
Ya verse is so terrible....Not even siegfried & roy's tiger would bite you..
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My claim to fame was to change the game up
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