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Who Shot Ya?
- Who shot ya? Get served like a blue lobster
- Move obstacles out the way, get you conquered
- You lookin at my location to spray that new choppa
- But I'll block all the bullets, I'm a nuke stopper
- Facts is spoken, backs get broken
- My lyrics is a prison I trap my foes in
- Flow atomically, smoke you like a chronic leaf
- I'm probably a rapper that's an anomaly
- I fold you freaks in half, just go to sleep
- Form new beefs, my fucking foes, they bleed
- My lyrics an infantry that perform wizardry
- Lyrically rob you of your shit, can't be dissing me
- I'm a constant rhyme spitting machine
- A monster, I got the best writtens you seen
- Conquer mine? That's a fictional dream
- I crossed the line, I get rid of your team
- I'll always have something to rap about
- I'll be stomping, always clap 'em down
- My shit be bumping, your tracks is foul
- You rappers just a bunch of maggots now
- You've the trashiest sound, I'll slap your mouth
- Make you lose the frown, I move the fattest crowd
- My rap flow hitting you from every angle
- My tracks so vicious, your neck get strangled
- I'm back, yo, bitches, have some respect
- Left a massive effect here, I flatten your neck
- Transition between flows, ambition defeat foes
- I am spitting a sweet song, plans wicked, now keep going
- Your man's missing, both hands itching
- From writing, not frightened to have your clan flipping
- I do oral magic with immoral rapping
- Thoro attitude, your sorrow lasting
- 'Till the day of your death, I stay in the flesh
- There's flames in my breath, I'm crazy with threats
- Turn up to the maximum, burn ya 'cause your tracks is dumb
- I'll still win, no matter how many rappers come
- My rapping flow is in savage mode
- I crash your boat, I clap them foes
- You got a X on your chest, leave 'em with no heart
- You can dress in a vest, but my heat'll make it part
- I mess with your breath, I'm lethal with bars
- I flex on the best, I'm keeping it raw
- Got more hot singles than illegal websites
- Stop your mocks, bring you evilest lines
- When on the mic, I'm like a lethal TEC 9
- Wet all your guys, people respect mine
- My sharp knife skinning all of the fine women
- If we have a competition, you know my rhyme winning
- Always writing raps, I check the mic, spit it
- I can see that you a pussy like you wet in white linen
- My diss hotter than yours with lesser lines written
- Ain't worried 'bout haters, my bars'll fight critics
- When I'll write a weak line, God'll start to like sinning
- You can't defeat mine, anyone that tried didn't
- Yo ass washed up like the plates in your wife's kitchen
- Dishing out disses on you stupid, blind bitches
- Sticking 'em when spitting, turn them into fried chicken
- I'm clocking dough as long as time's ticking
- My rhymes darker than the room after the light switching
- My fucking eyes glisten when I write shit and
- Two dudes in my room, they here to fight? Listen
- Those motherfuckers on a suicide mission
- Who am I kidding? No one flow sweeter
- Leave your head in parts, call me "dome piecer"
- My raps a work of art, just like Mon' Lisa
- You tryna brawl? Jesus, just know you'll crawl beat up
- And then you'll fall, need a fucking paramedic
- And you won't leave, you'll have no teeth, diabetic
- After being done with you, I'm probably gon' forget it
- Go back to having fun with fools, giving cash to begging
- Educating my brain just so I know where I'm headed
- But I'm still dangerous, talk trash, you'll be severed
- Say I'm not good, I eat you, feel like I'm levitating
- You just my food, I'm getting cream, kid, cremating
- By writing my lyrics, let the family read it
- Right when they finish, body ain't casually heated
- Everything is already ashes
- This the very power of my crazy rapping
- My words leave marks like machete slashes
- You in your bed, can't get up, like a really heavy mattress
- Dissing them more times than Em did Debbie Mathers
- Spill more blood than a Red Sea jetski splatter
- Combined rhythm with lyricism, filling the pen up with venom
- If spitting is forbidden, that's like sitting in a prison
- I'm the sickest to exist, how I was written to be
- I still spit it strict when get rid of the beat
- The flesh all on me, like you threw your guts
- Y'all motherfuckers really need to loosen up
- I'm mad at your parents, 'cause they ain't use a rubb'
- They had a good marriage, but then you showed up
- Now your mom a Karen, your dad a neckbeard
- But this has it's merits, they both wish your death near
- My motherfucking track'll punch ya
- With rhymes precise as acupuncture
- I see through phony's like a ziplock bag
- I'm one of the greatest hip hop has
- Everybody love it, when this psycho rap
- Words so sharp, you'd think I feature a knife on track
- I'll torment any new group you forming
- Swarming 'em all, this just a warning
- I'll tarnish a fucking artist that's garbage
- I am the hardest, hands on you, no armrest
- My style is flamboyant, they tried to stop me
- But I kept going, now they lie and copy
- You can't find a posse that's better than mine
- Ain't nobody get more cheddar than I
- Step aside and hear the veteran rhyme
- Dissing me is just a federal crime
- You get shocked by my incredible lines
- There was chances of me dead a few times
- I know what you gon' say, I read all your minds
- You wanna diss, your body red if you try
- I'll do damage to your head and the eyes
- I'm finna have you begging and crying
- But that ain't gon' stop me from ending your life
- That's what happens when you messing with mine
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