Uhh, ready to kill it, I step and attack Too ill with the flows, medical wrap MCs want to front, get sent to the back No one applaud, yall beggin on the weapon to clap Stay sick and I could sever the track While you be on a brand new level of wack Im at the factory and not for the cheesecake Tryna get a buzz similar to what the bees make I keep winnin, I beat your weak rhythm My heat seekin, they diggin it deep like freak women I smash hits, maybe my raps lift Im skinny, but steadily leaving the tracks ripped The brains sick, packing insane wits Givinem Ex Lax for knowing they aint shit Your main bitch, she be hopin to be pleasant I be tearing up the box, like Im openin a present Bitch
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