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Brixx Belvy vs. Hays The Family Man
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King of the Dot
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(*clap, clap, clap, clap*) Number one reason we can't pass your torch back...you’re wack Nah, it's ‘cause a rookie can treat yo' format like it’s a floor mat I'm even more mad that you follow the prints and hand-me-down kicks, but claim you on your own warpath You're bad Been worked on Bullpen so much, boy, you're staff Might kill John, then pull up wit' a mill' (meal) on Will (wheel) like DoorDash BOW! I introduce my pops to your dad BOW! A pu**y clean out of sync (sink) like a whore bath You're trash... Where y'all find him at? I seen these brackets wit’ my prize attached We gon’ start wit' Hays (Hey’s) like a private chat Wait, is “Hays” a way to say “Syah” back? ‘Cause when you reverse “Hays”, it's rеally- Syah wack! I ain't listenin' when Syah rap! I got the Dеvil on my shoulder wit’ my soul, bruh...tryna get me to buy it back! I'm straightforward, no rewindin' back I'm def' (deaf) goin' postal - you literally had to sign for that So jump stupid I'm real ignant wit' real demons Guns shootin', still grippin', I'm still beamin' Run, doofus - I'm still hittin', he still leakin' Is we done shootin'? He's still Twitchin', he's still streamin'! I wear the #1 headband, n***a! I'm tool-poppin'! I'll throw you #2s in a bag: I'm school-shoppin' Rug' c*ck it, no talkin', I'm in a rage I get the curve and leave y'all on red (read) for sendin' Hays (Hey's) Wait, I get the mop or maybe the shotty bangin' ‘Cause how these n***as move these days, it got me changin' Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit' Fah! Fah! He no longer, oop- dang... Fah! He leakin' the fluid his body came wit' Fah! Fah! He no longer fluent in body language c*cky statements The crown I really took it I said I'd battle Hays and wow, y'all really booked it I'm the best to set foot in this b*t*h if we really lookin' Don't they say you put your foot in some sh*t when you really cookin'? He really pu**y, doin' the most wit' the least ratchets You wanna die? Keep at it Rounds increase sleep patterns And I got a clip and a stick full of rematches! Fo'-five loaded, then I'm (denim) coatin' like a jean jacket n***a, y'all killin' me, sayin' believability is a factor But if he lack the skills, then how you still believe ability is a factor? Oh, it ain't about skills, it's about pride You rob me in here? Well, we gon' rob you outside That 50 thou' mine, n***a
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