Thunderstorm while u are
Slumdog far apart any sub par
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing
We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.
Believe me i'mma be your god
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/
Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
My bitches are wet my bitches are hot
It feels good to be over you, babe
Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade
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