Shredded beef, I'll meet you in the streets.
I'm the one to pack heat for the delirious "sheep."
Rip to shreds, the (Trump)iT sounds.
Mad at me because you're still a clown.
At round 1, you're down, the blood hits the floor.
Your baby with her is in your core.
Praying to the four faces, disgraced off the top.
Your seed will never be the cream of the crop.
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