what the fuck, seatle seahawks/ man you aint shit, ima murder you lyricly, dumpin body parts off at the docks/ look... nobodys noticed you missin/ ya been gone for weeks, now ya body was found when sum guy was fishin/ your thinkin that my rhymes are hella clean, but in reality its yo weak ass im dissin/ Ya done, pack up your bags and leave/ Oh yeah on your way out wipe that shit stain off your sleeve/ ima squash you like bug you best believe/ shit on your lyrics is what ima do all day indeed/ is u gangsta, do u bang cuz you dont flaunt it/ your vocab is bad i suggest hooked on phonex/ your lyrics are hurtin, send em to the first aid/ cuz when i entered this battle i exploded em like a grenade/ now ya sweatin bullets, sit down relax and have sum gatoraid/ walk off the court cuz your finished/ i left your body and your rhymes completely deminished/
no hate towards u i thot i myte have a lil fun.
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