(Final round)
son I blaze in crazy battles, I'm toying with you like baby rattles
when I comes to beef you ain't doing nothing fucking lazy cattle
my three eighty rap blows and penetrates your commercial vest
verbals fresh, I specialize in terrorizing kids who deserve slow death
he's frail, no female my lyrics too hard and so detailed
you can't see me in this rap shit like blind people who read brale
you lit the fuse and all that bullshit you said isn't true
like bad manners on the kings table you'll get excused!!!
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