I killed u bitch u only had di ck ride votes ur garbage get over it unisex name lmao sissy
nope you lost clearly
even aredot said i was better lyrically
after i destroyed you u dont battle here no more
i retired you now go back to rap royalty loser
Faggots say they got my back but talking shit behind it
But my soul was Satan’s contract before I ticked and signed it
Lies and jealousy combined with fictitious consignment
Illuminates the image of a little bitch’s alignment
Mouths keep moving, the streets keep breathin’
Mamas lose they babies before they ever need teethin’
Them fuckboys fiendin’ while the jackboys creepin’
Leave a house bare like a deciduous mid-season
But analogies are boring, and metaphors are overplayed
Guntalk is easier than ever being in a sober state
Hold the ranks, Hip-hop feels old and rank
Same basic shit over the same folded bass
Same messages to the same populace
Same oppression for the same metropolis
It’s almost Kafkaesque or at best a Necropolis
We just boast about our ignorance and opulence
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