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Yo, Madchild sayin that he can feel it in his heart He can feel it Snak didn't write that shit in one day, he didn't do that video in one day, he's Been sitting on that shit for months Well guess what motherfucker, here's another one in 24 hours or les I work ten times faster then you motherfucker, I actually do this! I'm bout to euthanize this goof and I can show you solid proof that I, plan to leave him neutralized All you fuckin do is lie, pass me the hammer and some nails, cause this little bitch about to get crucified I cooked this fucker like ya grandmas roast, he took a whole fuckin day to think and dropped an Instagram post Your response time is slower than some cops in the hood, I'm serious next time I see you bitch I'm droppin you good I'm not the type of dude that you should be colliding with, you takin selfies with those puckered up vagina lips You talkin shit, this is pay back homie, this is what it's like to watch a fuckin plane crash slowly This is ain't a battle, this is Weeman vs. He-man What about your beat scam, don't believe me ask C-Lance You think you fuckin with my crew, you Buggin dude, we put you in ICU and now I'm about to pull the plug on you The little monster, is a pill poppin imposter, hit with bottles in the face on stage at his own concert Ain't fooling me, cause every thing you do is see thru, time to leave the microphone alone and stick to selling e-juice Should have never let the Beast loose, there ain't no way to body me, you got a better chance of winning the fuckin lottery Cauterizing your artery, why did you even start with me, you know I'm fuckin mental, I'm killin your shit retardedly Your short as fuck, like half of me boy, plus you're an old white guy playin with Japanese toys What ever happens you know snak'll destroy, can tell I'm underneath your skin the way you actin annoyed It took him a week but at least he tryin, weak and blind without a decent line, in the fuckin jungle with a BC lion He's trying to keep the peace I'm trying to increase the crime, brought the cloraphorm I'm fuckin putting you to sleep this time Yeah okay, you got a few fans that's great, but you've been rappin twenty two years, I been at it for eight And eight years from now, he'll be a senior citizen Shittin his diapers in an old folks home wishin somebody would visit him You gotta stop holding on to the past Shane, your a moped with flat tires trying to roll in the fast lane Your teeth are mad ugly, they been rotten for years, your boy got sick of photoshopping 'em and bought you veneers On those long cold nights, dope sick with a cough, you put peanutbutter on your vag and Lola's lickin it off Your new shit sucks! You're not a goblin All you are's a fuckin dwarf, put your body in a duffle bag and huck it off the wharf It's just a tweet, why you gotta over-react, listen you little bitch I'm just exposing the facts You want to talk about my girl like you're a tough little punk Red One (Rascalz) fucked Fiona, you locked that slut in your trunk Then you went and tattooed her ugly face on your chest, you put GHB in bitches drinks, when they won't stay to have sex I'm gonna grab you by your pimple head, and twist it around, fist fuck your mothers pussy till she piss on the ground She spinnin on the top of my dick like a propeller, she does what I tell her, when I'm done, she's back in the cellar You ain't punching shit, you're old and frail, that was a lie what you said bout Moka O and Prevail How you like the screen shots? Stomp you till your spleen pops Sayin that your clean stop, you a fuckin fiend dog It took you seven days to write the half ass shit, your not a legend or a rapper, you white trash has been You been swimming in gas, I'm just the guy that lit it, we both drink and do drugs, at least I admit bitch This is child abuse
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