It's like i'm breaking weed how i'm "crushin" "herbs" smaller /
Ain't no Streets Disciple you a fucking kerb crawler /
Think you an "artist"? I'll do you like Van Goch /
Slash an ear off wit smashed up smirnoffs and slap ya beard off /
How in the hell are you Street? I'm bored of ya hype kid /
Only "keys" you seen are on this "board" that you type with /
Serrated blade scrape ya throat leave skin across it /
Battle you fifty times, even up your wins and losses /
I'll end ya net rep /
Fuck some punchlines i'll "punch" "lines" of blood accross ya dad's face while he hold ya hand, standin' at ya deathbed /
Claim a win over me? You dismissin the truth /
Like a vacant spot in D12 you just missin the proof /
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