She my billie jean we menage with mary jane
Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame
Bringing fuel for clowning you weak fools cuz i'm a fool-proof master
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes
My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/
My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Because there's no fuel to hold our gas
Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming
Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring
I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge
Will only fuel my infatuate rage
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