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We do things differently around here...
The main event comes first...
For all those waiting for THE PERFECT DAY TO TEXT event to happen...
CHRISTMAS IS EARLY...
Let's GO...
In the only font that matters...
CHOPPA:
Don’t LIE BOUT CRIMES BITCH, you’re as innocent as the look in a CHILD’S EYES IS
Fronting like you’ve been through TIMES OF VIOLENCE, but that’s just a ratchet act like MILEY CYRUS
The way you RHYMES A VIRUS, your LINES ARE MINDLESS, MY DESIGN IS - MORE COMPLEX
I’ll TORCH YOUR FLESH, I was BORN A CHEF, you’re just another meal while I’m of COURSE THE BEST
You’ll be on your CORNER STRETCHED after this ROUND WITH NO CUTMAN, you ain’t DOWN TO THROW ONE HAND
Wouldn’t get LOUD IF YO GUN JAM because you’d still end up on the GROUND IF YO PUNCH LAND
Your MOUTH WILL GO UP MAN, but your JAW WILL DROP, you pretend to be foul like a FLAWLESS FLOP
I let off heat if he make a move like a LAWLESS COP because I’m the CEO on the highest floor, I’ll OFF HIS TOP (office top)
I CALL THE SHOTS like JORDAN’S POPS or BABE RUTH IN HIS PRIME, you’ll MAKE NEWS IN THE TIMES
You’re a GAY DUDE, BUT IT’S FINE, that proves I’m a felon because if I HATE YOU IT’S A CRIME
PAY DUES OR GET FINED, you’ll get CHECKED, YOU CAN BANK ON IT, I got a TECH WITH YOUR NAME ON IT
I’ll make a MESS AND CREATE VOMIT when I’ll eat you alive and drink your blood, you can smell it on my BREATH LIKE IT’S GREAT CHRONIC
Every SENTENCE IS STRAIGHT HOT SHIT, if you went to PRISON YOU’D BE RAPED, bodied with bars, I laugh while I LISTEN TO THE TAPES
Of you getting crushed and whining while I SIP ON JUICE OF GRAPES
For those THINKING YOU’D BE GREAT, I just showed you the ropes and proved you should have HUNG YOURSELF WITH THEM, every ONE CAN CLAIM WITNESS
When they see your face from above like a HUNGER GAMES VICTIM
ERIK FOREMAN:
I went to private school, but don’t question the ruckus we did
I’ll send my schoolboys a cue(Schoolboy Q) to buck at/bucket your lid
Shoutout to my boy Jared Fogle bout to be stuck in a bid
But since you’re against pedophilia, you can’t fuck with the kid
You’re just like Jared though, a minor threat
All your lines are stretched, so I’ll pull something if you try to flex
All you do is text battle plus some gossip shit
You might have a few jokes, maybe you got the wit
But can you actually rap, I’m not convinced
So when I go to the trunk, the only time you’ll hear a choppa spit
Would he live if I pull strings and talk with the toy
This like Ed, Edd and Eddy how I’m bored/board with the boy
You should walk the plank, you’re a fish out of water
So fuck bulletproof glass, you better armor your tank
All your thoughts are just blank, ain’t no type of affection
But if you down to I’ll (down the aisle) throw shots like rice at a wedding
OHHHH SHIT OHHHH SHIT WHO DO YOU THINK WON THIS BATTLE WOWWW EXCLUSIVE VODKA ROB BLANKS WHATS GOOD
The main event comes first...
For all those waiting for THE PERFECT DAY TO TEXT event to happen...
CHRISTMAS IS EARLY...
Let's GO...
In the only font that matters...
CHOPPA:
Don’t LIE BOUT CRIMES BITCH, you’re as innocent as the look in a CHILD’S EYES IS
Fronting like you’ve been through TIMES OF VIOLENCE, but that’s just a ratchet act like MILEY CYRUS
The way you RHYMES A VIRUS, your LINES ARE MINDLESS, MY DESIGN IS - MORE COMPLEX
I’ll TORCH YOUR FLESH, I was BORN A CHEF, you’re just another meal while I’m of COURSE THE BEST
You’ll be on your CORNER STRETCHED after this ROUND WITH NO CUTMAN, you ain’t DOWN TO THROW ONE HAND
Wouldn’t get LOUD IF YO GUN JAM because you’d still end up on the GROUND IF YO PUNCH LAND
Your MOUTH WILL GO UP MAN, but your JAW WILL DROP, you pretend to be foul like a FLAWLESS FLOP
I let off heat if he make a move like a LAWLESS COP because I’m the CEO on the highest floor, I’ll OFF HIS TOP (office top)
I CALL THE SHOTS like JORDAN’S POPS or BABE RUTH IN HIS PRIME, you’ll MAKE NEWS IN THE TIMES
You’re a GAY DUDE, BUT IT’S FINE, that proves I’m a felon because if I HATE YOU IT’S A CRIME
PAY DUES OR GET FINED, you’ll get CHECKED, YOU CAN BANK ON IT, I got a TECH WITH YOUR NAME ON IT
I’ll make a MESS AND CREATE VOMIT when I’ll eat you alive and drink your blood, you can smell it on my BREATH LIKE IT’S GREAT CHRONIC
Every SENTENCE IS STRAIGHT HOT SHIT, if you went to PRISON YOU’D BE RAPED, bodied with bars, I laugh while I LISTEN TO THE TAPES
Of you getting crushed and whining while I SIP ON JUICE OF GRAPES
For those THINKING YOU’D BE GREAT, I just showed you the ropes and proved you should have HUNG YOURSELF WITH THEM, every ONE CAN CLAIM WITNESS
When they see your face from above like a HUNGER GAMES VICTIM
ERIK FOREMAN:
I went to private school, but don’t question the ruckus we did
I’ll send my schoolboys a cue(Schoolboy Q) to buck at/bucket your lid
Shoutout to my boy Jared Fogle bout to be stuck in a bid
But since you’re against pedophilia, you can’t fuck with the kid
You’re just like Jared though, a minor threat
All your lines are stretched, so I’ll pull something if you try to flex
All you do is text battle plus some gossip shit
You might have a few jokes, maybe you got the wit
But can you actually rap, I’m not convinced
So when I go to the trunk, the only time you’ll hear a choppa spit
Would he live if I pull strings and talk with the toy
This like Ed, Edd and Eddy how I’m bored/board with the boy
You should walk the plank, you’re a fish out of water
So fuck bulletproof glass, you better armor your tank
All your thoughts are just blank, ain’t no type of affection
But if you down to I’ll (down the aisle) throw shots like rice at a wedding
OHHHH SHIT OHHHH SHIT WHO DO YOU THINK WON THIS BATTLE WOWWW EXCLUSIVE VODKA ROB BLANKS WHATS GOOD
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