Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,
Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,
Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie
These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
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