C. Mag vs b00gieman
you sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing//
and begging muthafuckas for guest appearances//
cause real lyricists dont evan respect you or take you serious//
it's not that I dont like you I hate you period!//
So we going to beef, and keep on beefing unless//
You gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh//
And as I breathe and you be deceased//
The world beieve, you decieve just to speak//
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need 15 of my homies//
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only//
Before two shoes you rest, you chose death//
Six feet deep man, thats the depth//
C. Mag... livin' my life in the fastlane
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