Your L's many, your neck on the line plenty an flo ready to snap it
Methodone left you so shook was lookin like you missed your last dose of that shit
I get fit bitches loins stirrin, you only know one bitch called mum
If a bitch stirrin when she cauldron... she got warts, boils an working the magic on her own son
Talking bout how Meth left you shook, this match up had me crying
I ain't lying, I can't bear seeing any mo'ronic attempts at rhyming
this faggot must be smoking rock, if he thinking he will win round 2
no one respects rolling stones.... But then thats exactly what Ron Wood do
This comp can bring rep, make champs, look at sharp nine
You got no chance, in 9 matches time we'll still be waiting for you to deliver one sharp line!!
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Ronic