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Scizzahz vs Wizard (Round One)

Don't Flop

Scizzahz vs Wizard

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[Round 1: Wizard] Big Wiz, you know what I'mma do? Go H.A.M Cause for that bread, I'll burn you Scizz, and my toast don't jam But out of us two, I'm the dopest man I've got the guns to carry guns, Scizz picked one up and broke his hand So if I load it, pop it, it's over fam It's like hot tinned soup the way I blow the cans I'mma torch this bitch, yeah we both use macs, but his has got a keyboard and shit When your wifey's all alone, she calls to bone You want beef, come see me, cause I've got a black Nina, and it's called Simone I know everyone talks about your missus being Polish, and yeah it is old But when I shot up your flat, it's like a foul in high jump the way I hit the pole I'mma blaze this bloke When you get married, you're damm right I'll be there Scizz, to raise that toast Right now you're feeling very feeble, with these shots, there's no way you won't feel it like a heavy needle So if I clap at your legs, you'll be walking like them special people Cause that gun is like a bird in Egypt, desert eagle And I show up to your nan's house like "hello Vera" Then pop you in your head, get rid of those stupid burns like aloe vera Let's go [Round 1: Scizzahz] I'm about to outspit you, I'd clearly outrun you, I'd obviously outwit you, so I'm about to outgun you Cause when I'm squeezing triggers, you'll sleep with fishes I make you disappear, and I thought you were meant to be the wizard The gats that I'm holding are massive like boulders, the only ridiculously huge arms you've got, are attatched to your shoulders And he used to be wafer thin, but now he pumps iron, every day, down at Hastings gym Outside I'll wait for him, armed with a heavy crow He sees me coming, sees me running, he'll lose about eleven stone I'll send you home with a dented dome He's double pussy, meow meow, mephedrone All of my dogs are wild, they be needing muzzles So beef with me, I'll leave piles of empty shells like I'm eating mussels And your money is like, anorexic models, you ain't got no figures What I wonder is, how do you pop the triggers with such sausage fingers?
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