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How you Bossish?? i'll Smack you out Ya Office I'ma Off This
Your Name Consists Of Skeaming Words But ya Sig Ain't Down with Losses

Your Styles Plain Like Acapella u Wanna See Me Beat
Your Well Rounded As a Sucker Like Ya TIPEE's Leeched

None Of Ya Script's Is Real N Your Gunna Keep Me Deep ??
You Just Preach N Skip Thru The Doe Like That C.T. Priest

Better Dip Like a Evolve The Set Zeekey Speech Shut Ya Beefie Beak
Tell This E.T Geek I'm slipping in the Body Like them B.P Freaks

This Muffin head's lethal the tool's just Touching Read Sequels..
So We'll never see Jack hammer new grounds less he Fucking Dead People

Your egos like a Invisible Panda u ain't Got Invincible Stanza's
ur terrible In a Critical manna ya bars look like u just Fill um N fuck Digital Cameras

I'm Back Fo ya Stats Cause U Touch Lil Boi Fact Jacko is Wack..
Can't Shake me fag..ur Long ass lines could Occupy a State Rehab

U Ain't a High Seller Shit ya Statements As You Hit The Basement
Break this Waste 4 Hip Replacements U Don't Deserve The Thrown Like ya chick Hit The Pavement

So it starts wit us, I'll have ya carcass crushed, I become a dick over my lines so thats the part that sucks
Smarten up, it's my bars thats nuts, while the only niggas watchin' for an Am Track don't gotta car or truck

Maybe I'm too harsh, but fuck; I'm to hard to touch, Imma rape this slob & have this played bitch robbed
You betta pray shits squashed before ya face get dobbed, coz imma Work A.M. like a Day shift Job

This nigga may get popped but listen to the shit I’m told fam of how Quix exposed Am
& I won’t rip ya folks man, coz the only ones that notice A’s team prolly live in Oakland

So Pic ya both hands, this nigga mad I changed frees, actin’ like he was glad to face these
I’d say fuck ya avy but Jack aint sweet..coz this nigga posted hands & would try to masterbate me

I’ll come to ya pad & lay heat, I’m straight street, bombin’ the best of his game
When I’m droppin’, its wettin’ his frame, coz Jack gon’ “Hose-@” like common Mexican names

I’m lodgin’ my text in ya brain, this nigga left in a strain, we know the shit be in a pile
Flows that rip these in a style, with a loss record like industry opinions; it’s been over 50 for awhile

I hope the kidd be in a ball, before these floored frees force beef, fa sure he’s fucked n done
So of course he ducks n runs, coz If he relied on punchess then AM’MO STUCK more than poorly constructed guns

You’d love the belt, this nigga fucked his self, I sonned this lame dummy
Ya done & it came from me, coz in the rnd of 2, this niggas gone in the second like unclaimed money

Jack wins.

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