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yo curtis b im droppin strait slammin trax on ur spinal column//
with 2 tons of lead commin strait from my mac ur dodging them like skiing on a solomn(slomone thing i dont know how to spell)//
so shut up bout u coming hard as shit, cause u aint know how to spit, u jus get hit//
cause i toss u down in my pit, cause all u do is get bit(jack rhymes)//
so get of my sak fo i make this a trak//
cause i aint got fear from ur mini mac,,,, a-kay are u redy to die to day??//
u like hiroshima and im tha bomb//
spittin fast like tech with the storm b4 tha calm//
gonna lay u flat down on ur bacc cause u a narcin ass kat, mutha fucka u a rat//
telling on tha jungle cause u got caught with a dime//
now its ur turn 2 be tha outcast, i checc u bac in line with my nine, are u redy for ur demise, i shot u in tha spine, thank you so much, ur way too kind//
for letting me run all ova ur game, making u scream my name, cause im pumpin lead to tha feds make the D E A get on ur merda case//
cause i got 4 lbs of ganja chillin in my subs making a chronic bass
jus a random lil battle flow made in like a few mins