curt b, you ain't gettin killed softly.. you wanna fuck with me when you still bump alicia keys, you still 'A MINOR' in this game//
mayne you've had ya 2 rounds of fame, now skarface hear to hang ya frame on the wall-o-shame//
niggas open they mouth to speak my name but the words don't come out, spooked? hardly.. you can't talk with ya throat cut out//
curt b ain't no need to pout, after my first lines you know my heats leavin you wet then scorched like a texas drout//
get hooked 'n eatin like trout, let me tell you niggas what i'm all about.. rippin fake cats daily is my occupation//
evacuation would be a smart move, get ya throat slit smooth.. you may be able to text but your vocals are highly skeptical//
crack-ya-skull, get shanked with a knife thats dull.. get ya lid twisted 'n ya whole flow gets steam rolled//
now think before ya drop, cop some skills before you start poundin keys.. i spit cold bars that can paralyze from freeze//
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