This is your last chance, your final warning.....
Thank kenny burns, though we not talking
Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor
Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy
They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me
And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
Killing these niggas off quick
The final war of the whack and sick
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