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Who are you? (Ha)
Randoms really be dick riding
Lemme tell you something.

Fake gang gang white boy,
Go back to class, stop copying my flow.
This rap shit ain't for you and you know.
Bitch-ass kid, and you know.
I can't stop flaming you, bro.
White trash, like filth on the floor.
Trash we both know.
Your mom? A hoe.
This ain’t no competition, you know.
Get demon flames from hell below.

If you had sympathy, you wouldn’t have dissed.
Now I put you in an underground water cave

For you to die
Words from the wisdom tree.
Now we run up.


Bust on you nah, just a joke.
You gang gang? You can’t rap for shit.
Go back to rap university.

You see
Your verse? Irrelevant.
This ain’t no heavyweight battle.

It’s light weight with one peddle
Cracked your skull with my fist on sight you bleed.
Why you cryin', vonntay 
Go back to hittin' on hoes.

You done?
now sit down inna chair.
class dismissed.
You ain’t built for war.
Just a name on my list. Bitch ha’