hatas try n step up runnin they mouth/
soundclique sum pussys, scared of the south//
thys aint 'drum line' bytches, but you only have '1 sound'/
the sound of wind blowin around//
cuz nothins their,,,
RF senses ya wackness floatin in the air/
who are yall to claim some1 to be sumthin they not/
callin me a biter, yet 1 of you musta forgot//
Dope Art,, just cuz ya got caught bitin/
try's to expose me of nothin but writin//
it may be tru you dont do it ne more/
but the fact remains you've done it once before//
so stop with the bullshyt, when your the 1 who dosent write ya own shyt/
lucky they gave you a shot in the leagues, cuz you aint worth shyt//
i reign my shyts strait, even when its not, im not ashamed of that/
but even when you on ya best soundclique together (in weight) still wouldnt be PHAT(fat)//
blah just feed it lmfao
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