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Stomp out a clock

To kill out a couple digits like Tupac

I hit em up and wet em up like a moist shoebox

you bitches can’t see my punchlines cuz they Helen Keller’s rhymes

Motherfuckers on my dick like somebody laying on my husband Richard

fuck you faggot

I’ll steal/steel your rhymes like Optimus prime spitting bars

my wheels moving strong like a fucking muscle cars

engines running smooth like usain bolt with butter soles

I’m chasing you with a fucking uzi and putting bullets in your eyes

Call that peepholes