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My mac will quick put a hole in your chest,
Watch the lead as it rips through to the vest,
Custom bullets yo, they the top of the rest,
My aim will hit its mark, ***** I'm the best.
But test, and you bound to get hit,
Sit back, sprayin while I empty my clip,
When I'm finished, you'll be lookin like s**t,
While you layin on the ground, it was over too quick.
I get ripped, like I was Stone Cold,
My bullets grippin your neck like a choke hold,
My words comin at you like they been bold,
You bet I'm new ***** but I'll never get old.
You sold, like you was buyin and tryin it,
By the end of my rhyme "G" I'll have you cryin and,
This is my life "B" I aint lyin yet,
Pop a few shots and you'll be lying dead.