Your battle with me is your last/
My arrival came so fast/
You're an
artist of the past/
Placing haters in a cast/
Because their fuckin' fame
has passed/
Schoolin' rappers in class, but all they get is just bad
grades/
They will never graduate/
Hey, playing brave will have you
steppin' to your grave/
My rhymes spit tidal waves, so bow down, you
fuckin' knaves/
And obey, before I grab my fuckin' AK and spray bullets
in your head,
Message to your bitch that "he's dead"/
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