slanga
mtown
b brown
ayo These cats been call my name as if I was freddy
DESTROYED em once But they lack the capacities that say they not ready
They wanna contest I'll chop and toss they brains like confetti
These cats wanna run like roaches while lyrically I'm spray em like raid
Slanga got his hips up touchin the Pave
ANd mtwn he's on the lyrical level of a 3year old kid
And b brown wanna to be the king but he scared to come battle me for my crown
And it's funny how many men wanna hate yet wanna be me to touch the crown
and it's like every competer is getting to soft
They might as well and trade to and mght to mouth and snoyht
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