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Little bitch, I got a message for you

I will spit rhymes and grill your insides

Your pussy is where my dick resides

You picked the wrong fight,

This will be the worst ride in your life

I will choke you with my pipe

Got you in my scope, my sight.

Going to shoot you, it will be a genocide.

When I am done, your body won't be identified.

But you ain't even worth it.

All you make me do is to vomit.

You pissed off the wrong person, mate.

I am the greatest but the lowest,

You are the best, but you still are wrecked.