I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble
Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible
But its no use, as your raps reduce, and as mine begin to reproduce.
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
But bitch i'm at my peak, you'll never reduce me/
I am here to increase not reduce nor decrees ya fear,
You see the way i move, i am in another gear
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats
But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door
I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,
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