[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