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You ain't got nothing on me

I'm gonna split you like I did with all your retarded friends

I turned them into chump meat

You got a crap beat

 

You acting all gangsta when all you spit is propaganda

What you doing sucking on a banana

Is it getting hot in here it must be my fire

I spit it hot my dad waved goodbye to me when I was 5

That's right I got nothing to hide

I died inside I came close to suicide

 

I got a guide and sometimes you need to lose yourself

In the music to make you forget that you are about to lose it

My raps are legendary

You got a ballerina I got the military

Boys your unnecessary

Someone hand him a dictionary

cuz this fool out of raps to spit

I think he's done for the day