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The freak’s back

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Hope you had a good Christmas, did you miss me?

Now you’re going to feel the wrath of my ferocious flow

Shits cold as the winter snow

I’m feeling festive, festivities, still bury these, look the state of their tree

Ha, I’m joking, I didn’t even have one, I am the fallen star lucifer, hard

No heart, leave my mark, make you wish you never tested me

I’m the mc will leave down on your knees, and beg

What can I say I just look at something and play, with words, leave you with a curse

Grinch here, I’ll take all your presents and leave them in the dirt

GenXjeezy sucks and his squad is dull, I dissolve you like you’re soluble, it’s impossible to beat me I’m unstoppable

Comical, stopping you and delaying your thoughts that seem unbearable

Fallsway got destroyed 3 times, that’s 3 strikes

Because I rap black magic casting spells on the mic

Even the blind can see brails what I write

Iced_jules let me dumb it down for you like mecery toothpaste

Blood floods the clouds surely it's too late

But no need it twisted keep low-key

When we roll up like smoked weed

WEALTHMASTA acting like I wouldn’t leave this battle unscathed

I'm here to relinquish the unsaved

Give you pieces of as some say

Crispy wanna talk shit but he got the boot from Amir and he’s banned so he’s dead

Ass licking pest get smacked with actual threats for posting laughable text

I’m at my graphical best, your weak shit can’t puncture my tactical vest

You lose I win next who wants to battle this vet

You wanna mess with letters play scrabble instead

The odds of me decapitating his head

Half a billion is a practical bet

I’m bench pressing ten average rappers in a maximal set

And let Rappad witness the tragic deaths

But let me take a step back cause when I move, you'd swear ya heard somethin foul

And you smell like a bunch vowels dribbling down your throat from drinking out

Of bottles, cashmere and chain wax, I ain't never saved that

I don't ever play that, Im all class act like, car fax, that's facts

And anyone can see that, be that as it may, I can't change that

Many of y'all can stay mad, I stay glad, airtight and fresh scented like that same brand