[Copywrite]

Ey

Consider it genocide when I pull out the pen to write what man is safe?

When I pull out the pen (pin) it ain't like writing more like hand grenades

Ya'll turn herbivore like let us (lettuce) pray

And I bet it takes the medic 7 days to get his face through metal blades

A 7-8 I, bomb mics when I'm on sight

When it's crunch time your punchlines are fucked like prime fights [?]

Yeah some of that

Run it back, just how'd he come up with that?

Chris Rios Hispanics, you didn't see the pun in that

You structure your metaphors like a valley girl with an 800 credit score

Without dislikes, a pet peeve of this type let's, settle scores

Like a tie game, what's my name? Metal's pure

Gold on my neck even if I'm ever poor

Strategize against this insane type monster

Pattern wise, you ain't B your way throughout the game like Contra

I'll stomp ya

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[Copywrite]

See even bun B be [?] admitting I'm the trill

Responsible for mass murder, suffering from ass burgers (asperger's) like I'm sitting on the grill

I, debut long ago and I'm shitting on them still

I'm no.1, and since they're no.2, I'm pissing on them ew

Pete came in the game with insane prowess

Ya'll lame cowards are all ass on a track, Ray Broward

Dope ass line right? But don't stand by me

I don't call police you'll get slapped close hand by me

The CO-PY be my AKA, the AK aim and may spray at Dayday's frame

So wordplay my way from Thursday all the way to next Friday

And all the holidays except my day

Which I celebrate daily

Not much care for fake friends

Not gassed though I can punch air and break wind

[Copywrite]

The king of not giving a single solitary fuck

Mad till I have all the cherries plucked and Halle Berrey fucked

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I might unlace them and hand them to you just cause they ain't rare enough