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Tired of rapping the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the place
style is Proof gonna do this time?
Ya really know, huh?
is he gonna do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the this year"
Fuck, all them
*Einstein*
Nigga said me and hate each other
you
Low Key
Fuck that
'bout he battled me and beat me
you
And I see you on the streets
I'm in your
Ya what I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind state was
opponents whose stature was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
Then frowning hard on whack
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
as a black forest in these starving streets
A heap that was brought
could eat
The nerve of
Diss us perging
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive again
None can that
Blast at rib cage
your spine hatch back
You lack fat
And thoughts of
Whippin' my out on nuns
If say sex is sin
to Slim
I'm Shady as a win
Dirty Dozen are respected men
Get known for
me like infected skin
The ain't lookin' the same
Like a twin
Some the scary
That's
To kill crew, family, your friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
Left you flat a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana swing
Zone like Rick when he smoke crack
You and Charli
Got something in
Y'all both
the king P-I-N
If I ain't the best this
The motherfucker be my

Who's the bitch ass
That's my name?
No one to
I just back your name
None of bitch ass niggas wanna test
'cause five or less
I'll be at assets
You're a bitch
And I wanna you
And the you was with
They left you
So duck 'cause Bizarre Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and peers
And cousins you seen in years
Hope you in God
'cause nigga you better
Pull your from the window
And duck from AK
And done called the Proof and Denaun
And if I want to
I can't change my lines
you on the shit list
These bullets are
And no way in hell that you avoidin' this
Ain't no
Yo I see your on my caller ID
Bitch, stop me
the truce
Nigga I the deuce deuce
And my go wild
a bunch of rats that got loose
I'm comin' for you
So hide behind door
all my niggas believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies on top of each other
So when ask
I just say you the weather (Killer Eel)
No what the problem
can solve 'em
Keep a nigga
The tech whips

Walking you right to the edge of darkness
way beyond that
When I me out a cartridge
I shots
Wettin' up your white top
While my nigga is stickin' up
Your nearest spot
Just another scarred retired
We make niggas pass out like
Flossin' my teeth barbed wire
Leavin' a mess
harass kids
And buy 'em a bar
So they can tell me you live
[Kon
dangerous
Spraining my
Lickin' off this black
With my eyes flossed
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
Hostage for Crunch Berries
My stay hot
stomachs like Malox
Run spots
Setting it off the guns that Dre got
séance
But ass
bringing you back to life
Nigga we putting you in caskets
off with the mop like you got somethin'
But in my I'm thinking
soon as I spot somethin'
And when you
I damn well I done shot somethin'
And I'm cleaning your
Off my windshield for
is
Your weed sellers
Throwing pipe in your church
To kill elders
The men on like tracks
You notice
Banging and ovaries
Till they the sheets
die from these
Blows we
You to be in some shit
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less a word or two
Bring the art of war to door
me Sonny Zoo
Nigga don't be mad your broad is a trick
dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm known to smack, stab, and on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? still on
Calling my crib
your bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
Apologize on boy
If you like your boy
(Yo Bugz, that nigga alone
You know he a white boy)
that
I him off the wheels
And his bleel
Or a royal mope
And him with my steal
You ass
How you it will linger
Take your bitch on Jenny
Then beat your ass on Jerry
Don't with it
Or get head split and mouth bruised
That's a
Fuck Shoes*
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