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Coaliton
- aight…
- whole squad weak, thats a fraction of me
- they bond over Ls, call that chemistry
- talk numbers? bitch, its subtraction easily
- yall linked like a chain, broken links, ironically
- first clown, writes but his penmanships tragic
- second fool, stickers where the realness lackin'
- third bitch, leads but the followers plastic
- 40 deep? crowd dont mean impact, just panic
- yall admire from the sidelines like groupies in heat
- queens with no throne, just a seat in the cheap
- buddies bonded by the stench of defeat
- I divide yall alliance, remainder is weak
- they plot in the shadows but light dont hide
- form like a team but the IQ divide
- leader? bitch, followers multiplied
- but zero times forty still zero inside
- coalition of crows, no eagles in sight
- flocks dont mean power when the wings aint right
- yall united by hate, im united by might
- now watch how the weak crumble overnight
- first dude, artsy but his craft is dogshit
- second, tapeworm suckin' life from the top bitch
- third, king of a cult full of lost kids
- queen? more like mud where the throne should sit
- yall team up like rats in a sinkin' ship
- bond over failure, thats a partnership
- I dissect yall union with surgical wit
- now pray that I miss cause aim dont quit
- parasites cluster when the host is strong
- but burn the nest and the bugs are gone
- yall built on hate, thats a faulty foundation
- im quicksand, watch the sinkin' sensation
- alliance of nobodies, history repeats
- hate is the glue but the bond is cheap
- coalition? nah, funeral suite
- rest in pieces, yall aint unique
- first bitch, fancy strokes but the canvas is piss
- a human eraser, only relevant when he missed
- second rat, peel back the tape, find a snitch
- admire from the shadows? boy, you a glitch in the system
- third joke, lead of the lost, 40 deep? more like 40 costs
- your queen? a mannequin, posed but frozen in frost
- yall huddle for warmth cause the truth is too cold
- I expose the weak links, now the chains unrolled
- yall pray in a circle, but God aint listenin'
- hate is the fuel, but the engine is sputterin'
- I split the alliance like cells in prison
- now watch how the loyalty twists when it’s brittle and bitch made
- I atomize groups like science experiments
- leader? bitch, you guide lemmings off a cliff with no difference
- yall bond over hate like twins in the womb
- I separate siblings with a scalpel, womb tomb boom
- coalition of clowns, circus got canceled
- tightrope walkers with no balance, now they dangle in the gallows
- yall unit like trash in a landfill compact
- I light the match, melt the plastic into ashes and laugh
- I bury squads in mass graves, no headstones, just unmarked dirt
- 40 names in a blender, pulp the crew, no mercy, just hurt
- queen? bitch, check the chessboard, your king got dethroned by a pawn
- now lick the blood off the tile where your dynasty gone
- first fool, script so weak, it cries when the ink dries
- second scrub, tape worm in a book of lies
- third bitch, cult leader with nothin' to preach
- [just 40 sheep and a bible of bleach](drink up)
- third fraud, leads but his voice just echoes
- 40 sheep and the shepherd special needs
- queen? bitch, thats a participation trophy
- I expose cults, call this rap scientology
- yall huddle like lepers afraid of the light
- bonded by fear, separated by might
- I split cells, call this verse chemotherapy
- yall union just proof of weakness to me
- yall huddle up like scared ass kids
- alliance built on envy and sloppy bids
- I walk in, now the room get tense
- one verse and your bond gets bent
- you united? good, die together
- weak minds flock like bad weather
- leader? bitch, you just a herder
- followers bleating, none heard ya
- first dude, craft so frail
- stroke a page, but the talent fail
- second rat, tape wont stick
- peel you off, leave your career sick
- third fraud, cult of nobodies
- 40 deep, still nobodys somebody
- some bitches just a peasant
- crowns plastic, thrones a present
- yall team up like ants on sugar
- gut fire come, now you running bruh
- I split yall like bible verses
- judas vibes, one of you's a snitch first
- first bum, writes but his script got cancer
- fancy with words but the meaning dont answer
- stroke of a pen? more like stroke of a loser
- art so weak, it needs life support and suction
- second joke, tape dont stick where the real at
- peel back his bark, find a worm in the trunk fat
- admirer of who? bitch, you glue to the has beens
- sticky with Ls, thats a habit, just panic
- third fraud, lead of a cult full of zombies
- forty deep? forty bodies with no souls in em
- queen of what? a throne made of cardboard and spit
- crown so fake, even plastic wont fit
- yall huddle like roaches when the light come on
- scurry when exposed, thats a weak fuckin' bond
- I light the match, watch the whole colony run
- sizzle like bacon, yall breakfast, im lunch
- the "artist" with no canvas
- scribblin' nonsense, call it abstract cancer
- stroke of luck? Nah, stroke of tragic
- dude draws Ls like its habitual practice
- your craft is childs play, kindergarten shattered
- erasers out, but the mistakes still matter
- you admire from afar like a fan with no passion
- but praise from bums aint validation, just cappin'
- the "tape" that dont stick
- peels off when the pressure hits
- adhesive weak, just like your clique
- bond over nothin', broke chemistry
- you measure dick size with a ruler of lies
- stick to group hugs cause solo, you die
- pale like piss stained pride
- drip fake confidence, drown in the tide
- the "king" of lost souls
- crown made of foil, throne made of holes
- Four Zero followers, zero control
- you the mascot of low
- she reigns over dirt
- loyalty bought, respect undeserved
- X marks the spot where your career curves
- downward spiral,,no chase, just nerve
- oh shit.
- you hear that?
- thats the sound of weak men forming a fucking prayer circle
- aint no war here, just a cleanup in progress
- yall linked up like a human centipede of irrelevance
- I dont fight groups, I exterminate infestations
- lets begin
- yalls handwriting so trash it looks like seizure strokes
- "artistic" but the canvas screams "help me" in braille
- peel back his tape, find a barcode for irrelevance
- sticky fingers but he cant grip the game, slip into obscurity
- man leads a cult where the initiation is lobotomy
- forty sheep and not one with a spine or original thought
- Les gens forment des coalitions
- Pour combattre le numéro un…
- Mais quand le numéro un, c’est moi?
- La coalition, elle est déjà finie.
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