RIP

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Face your fate nigga, you already at your end,
Sorry if I offend you, but you might as well not try and defend,
Coz' i'm the master of creating disaster,
Plaster you like glue,
You gonna be stuck with these words when I'm through wit' you,
 
Imma pro with the flows,
I spit rhymes faster than you can think,
Your rap is wack, hah, mine is sick,
You might as well omit, cause I created this shit,
 
I'll trick you up, pop my gat, and now I'm the King,
Bitch, step off my throne before I come flying at ya' neck,
Address me as the best, blessed, please don't try impress,
Coz' I'm tha' illest motherfucker when I'm on ma' business,
 
You a witness, I'm the offender,
You should get on your knees and surrender,
I'm a ruler, stand outside my fuckin' castle,
I'll make your whole existence a motherfuckin' hassle,
 
I'm merciless, murderous, cut you up on purpose,
I can see that you nervous, even before the beat dropped,
I flocked you nigga, all by myself,
You better respect, coz' I breathe success,
You're a subject of my torment, I bet you regret you never started shit,
Don't try stop me now, or I'll turn you into slop, mop you up while I'm at it,
 
Rub-rub, scrub the shit thats exploding from your mouth,
Everything you say makes me wanna punch you in the south,
 
 
I'll shoot you down like some Connecticut shit,
I turned you from an optimistic to a pessimist,
You gonna expect the worst,
 
Don't attempt to beat me, ah, I'll crush your effort,
Yeah, Ima kill it, RIP to all the wacks I slayed, hah-hah.

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