d]CLASH DE D-RAIN
Your rhymes ain't shit, your text is constipated mother fucker
Niggaz wanna know how i do it, i answer Bitch i'm the perfect competitor
I'm Makin money and smokin ya ass like crack pipes, fuck you hater i'm too high
SOD money gang is comin' for shot you like a fuckin' pimp, too cool for y'all i was born to fly
Fuck Wu Tang i'm the west coast dream, i'm da rap lights i hit your lyrics so my dick you suck
I'm so swag for y'all, my jewels are too clean; YM here so don't go there nigga cuz you ain't gun

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YM = Young Money pour ceux qui connaissent pas ( c'est le crew de Lil Wayne aussi au passage)center]

CLASH DE CODY
[center]Okay D-brain you want test the king are you mad ? cause i will break your brain
This clash looks like a fist fucking call me : "dad" in french or in english its the same
I wash your texte because your rymes stings What you made is not rap but a sirene's song
On six lines i'm killing you bitch stop play with your false bling bling, i fuck your mother now im living
Bamboclat ! This is the Knock Out i break your fuckin face here I am the quaterback
Dance for me You and your crew S.O.D i finish you like a SODA and like wu-tang i break your neck !!!

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