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yo, i go to my homies, they told me, that CROC is boring

they know me, right now i am moaning or roaring

that iam lonely and as dead as a zombie

decided to get a rope for hangin up these hoes by their throats' end

BYE, go man i will see you in heaven

i lacked "must-have" brackets in 2k-seven

then went to be a crack-head, since when i was eleven

lost my grades in second semesters exams and

Shocked absorb my collapsing, did hard for my relapsing

put an end to relaxing, hoped to inject me with a vaccine

full of adrenaline and will be a medicine, will help me in recapturing

be a master in anything is better than being a gangster

would eat up my pride, while i sat aback and rappin

its a gamble, i was supposed to set an example,

now get ready for rampage, these stamp heads

think that my fuckin talent has aged like a grandpa

trying to give voices to the ones who dont have one

in an attempt that they harden up and develop one

enveloping crap talk unless that you are a rapper

the best thing you can do is to never ever back off

don't give a crap to the one's who had back-stabbed ya'

don't even dare to attack the, ones who had lost their stats and

crippled with gaps,dismantled with cracks, fucked up by these fagotts

Who pretend themselves as rappers, who haven't heard of Tupac yet

and yet they are rappers??