Grinding your teeth
Looking at me
Wanting that beef
Are you crazy?

Lazily I spit words,
In your face,
Break our homie,
Don’t make me repeat,

About to feed you,
With a value meal of fists,
Flying like bullets,
When I pull it,
These triggers inspire mirrors
But you can’t see the signs,

You just an old car,
On the highway,
You are far behind of mine,

But it you still want beef,
Okay, then pull up…
Written by: Jixi Fox
Copyrighted 2016: Jixi Fox
Facebook: @jixifox
Twitter: @jixifox

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