aight homie...bring it!
Whether Tim C or Typcee i'll knock ya health out/
When im done you gon' wish you had of knocked yaself out/
Melt down ya weak rhymes, they aint solid no more/
In 2 years when ya style's played out they gon' call it NO MORE/
No soar, no fly, you aint gon' never take off/
You got rust on ya raps that aint gon' never shake off/
Typcee your the homie but I'm still gon' clown ya/
Don't take this shit personal but I'm still gon' drown ya/
In my tsunami of flows an you aint got a life jacket/
Your two dolla flows are a rip off like an over priced tennis racket/
You've had it, your finished, your done an aint even begun/
Shoulda warned you of the outcome when you come fuckin wit Juan/
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