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VERBALIZE
The black sheep, you can be missing like the milk carton,
An athlete with the sprinting, and I'm still pa(r)thing,
Your math weak, it's just addition and it's still jargon,
I don't let the mac speak, but I'll find a 'window' and it's gets dark, son
Sporadic marksman, like you wanna kill me over text for,
My flow has more arms than Dr Oc, verbal Tech stored,
Hit up spiderman and have these red and white Dots line up like connect four,
The way I'm hunting game, it's a dead sport,
My swagger has parkisons, it'll just flex more,
But I'll park in son's driveway and say forget law,
I'm thinking I should murder more,
Your shit gets submerged in ice like the slurpee straw,
C4 gets furthered stored in your dirty draws,
And you don't carry green but you're a herbivore,