Flows :

Grab a pen..a pencil, imma stencil,my fate,in a silhoette of hate,my words are bait,trick ya into submission,we aitn goin fishin,but imma catch you wita hook,look at my flows,know im giving the best,test me and end up liek the rest,zest..what ya need ya flows is unclean,seen nuttin betta,Redder than you were, Blur is what pops to mind,wind up ya head,BED is what ya need if you cant battle back,lackin skills,bills imma be makin,when ur at home shakin, tryin get flows to be bakin, in ya head fed up wit losin,but ha im choosen,Hoes and bros all ya got left, AHH X out hoes everyone knows ya get no play its OK ya must got a fever, go take sume tylenol b4 ya start to ball,NO more tears,cause im all your fears, everything else has gone wrong admit you a queer.

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