When i talk about money all you see is the struggle
My style of rap is impeccable yours is forgettable
My style is patent, the measures is drastic
When i was 11 got the toolie thick
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
Its been a month since he lost his guts to rap
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
I just remember cuzzo always told me to have his back!
The manic is back with brainiac by his left
I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
I can already tell this rap battle is his mission,
But i will gladly go back to my emo rap
Den i put that ho on the welcome mat
With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there
Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,
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