I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe
I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe
I'm losing my stature
The only time i flirt with her
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,
I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk
My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant
Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best
Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest
I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
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