She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
I keep it the realest stay hotter than a fever
These dumb chump rappers with crumb bum swagger
Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master
How simple they are
So now she got a fever
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
But this is a sickness on the world, i call it a fever/
Just to find them and obliterate them to a bloody crumb
Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them
It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb
But everybody is a g with the weed in them
And ask for a medicine for the fever that came with it
Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit
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