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Who run shit, once these drums hit,
You dove head first into some old dumb shit.
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get,
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit,
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch,
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit,
Them pink belly niggas is who you run with,
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick,
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit,
You can make a double album, won't have one hit,
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit,
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit,
I admit, that my style is unfit,
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit,
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick,
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit,
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with,
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic,
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split,
Now keep your distance, and keep existence,
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit,
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence,
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless,
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went!