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Observe me murder this ReallyABtch

Constantly claimin he’s a pretty nigga n’ perfect, shit

Next thing you know, he’ll be in faggotry at chippendales

Takin wraps (raps) up his ass, a mainstream musical strippin male

Got cock(y) on his ass ever since he got praised by dickriders

I expect em to penis vote for you, but I’ll still go Vegeta, spit fire

Actin like the biggest rapper, as if your prime’s sick

Bitch please, you released 3 mixtapes but still ain’t get signed yet

Like your singing, my rhyme’s all over places

Punchlines vibrate harder than the ground gettin shook by Rover races

Braggin bout the sluts you’ve fucked, insultin some niggas of bein virgins

You’re like KingEaz, but the more annoyin n boastin version

I’m sendin you from Houston, back to NY’s time sessions

Droppin constant missiles on you like it’s Nine/Eleven

Tired of your penis gaggers claimin you’re so dope n versatile

Finna imprison this faggot’s overrated ass, similar to Bobby Shmurda’s Time

This aint’ HimIsTheBest, this the Jah (God)’s ring, can’t rhyme out to it

You feel the riddim shiverin inside your bones, not Vibe Out To