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clabtrap hit you with that abstract
backpack, rocking raps with a fitted cap back,
fuck your snapback-latch and your semi-trash tracks
yeah this is a bad time, and you're half past wack,
I slang fat rhymes, subtle fangs on the beat
where gangs set signs, yeah I came from the street,
and I gain sex signs, when I undress fine women
bang there spines, then I stain there fine linens
excuse for rappers, the booth is shattered
elusive patterns I use to reduce the chatter,
your crew spun to batter, then it results to battery
with so much energy left I could confuse a battery,
who can handle me? no one. I answered it myself
all the shit you spitting, cancerous for health,
all your writtens shitty and the casket is a shelf
show me your hottest rapper I bet I make him melt.