.This beat is murder murder, fried like a crisp pizza turnover>
You prolly got the jist, but I insist to rap till it's over>
Till I kill every instrumental, got a pad and a pencil
This isn't sentimental, I'm just spitting rhymes till I'm mental
I just wanna be the man and have my name i.
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