Da beat down

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I will hardly be pulling my punches

I will punish you especially when I am rapping on the offbeat

Mutherfucker you are not me your style is so dusty and obsolete

Don't even think you can compete with me I come from the street known to pack heat

I am with the elite therefore you can not compete let alone defeat

My style is something you cant prepare for you must be scared I can hear your heartbeat

Watch your bitch or I'll fuck her out in the street

skeet on her bare face the affair isn't discrete

Bitch said she loves my white meat she said you stay soft like a piece of luncheon meat

That's why she be Munchen on my onion when you come looking for me in the dungeon

Your style is dusty you been dumb son you don't want to fight me one one

Break your ass with my hands like your pipes were rusty style so old it's crusty

I listen to your shit trust me when I say your disgust me

With weak ass bars like that no wonder you distrust the whole industry

leads me to wonder if I robbed your ass would there be anything to plunder?

I wonder if the thought of me with your bitch, while I tongued her, makes you sick

Filling her up all her holes like the city fills its potholes

Don't worry after her I still got plenty of hoes in different area codes

Hey, slick want me to send a pic of your bitch sucking on my dick?

As she was licking on my dick I came quick threw her ass in the same ditch as you

Man stop acting like such a bitch asking if your style is everlasting

Your style is worn out like used elastic wrap your dead body will be in plastic wrap

Leave your momma gasping when she hears about your passing

Man I am done with all this drama

Instead, I am going to be like Obama handing out this disaster relief

There will be no time for you to retreat let alone retweet your fucking dead beat

Leaving my skeet all over your bedsheets confirmation that your bitch cheats

From my observation, there is no correlation between the shit you repping and your rapping

Please be accepting that you ain't got no reputation and no heavy radio rotation

From my evaluation, your shit is an abomination and you need a different occupation

So please hand in your resignation and save yourself from the embarrassment

Called your mom she said you were an arrogant little bitch

She said to abort your ass leave your corpse in a ditch

I was hoping I'd be the one showing you the ropes instead your career is a big hoax

Like the end of this beat B I gonna end here because it sounds like I just slit your throat

And no that is no joke do not proke me or I'll split your head like egg spilling out its yoke

I hope your able to accept what I transmit by someone who outwits you

Sorry I must admit my grandmother didn't survive the fires of Auschwitz to hear you talking shit

Fuck that line is gonna make me forforfeit all my sponsorships

I guess that is what is owed when your the one scoring hits

Like they say about everything else loose lips sink ships