Atlanta...home base for the #styleseffect. Magic City is where we find Freddie, sitting back enjoying a lapdance in a corner nearest the main stage. Arora is out of town visiting some of her family, so here we are. Fred motions for another glass of Hennessy, then points to the camera man to come over.
Here we go again. The sand idiot finally speaks. You take a few moments off from swallowing Dredge's "godly" seeds to put this out? Man, if this is all you're gonna give me, I coulda just sent Larry here on back to the studio, but since he's here, I'll go on and finish you, OG Ron C style #chopnotslop
Shakir, I can read you like a book...you say the same exact shit man. All your promos follow the script.
1 2 3 4 infidel
1 2 3 4 infidel
then you might "mortal something", maybe a lil Allah reference...
than 1 2 3 4 infidel
You boring me son, I've heard all this before. Your style got me sleepy, downright snoring.
C'mon Shakir...show me something that isn't the same shit you spit to my uncle two years ago. He might have humored you blowing up a city with you, but I'm not him. I'm just gonna blow *you* up.
You not on my level Shakir, didn't me punking you in the desert run prove that? What's changed between then and now? Nothing about you...plenty about me. I've been baptized in the fire, faced the best and held my own. I know what I need to grab that brass ring, while all you know is how to leech off of and suck up to more powerful people than you. I'll finish you one last time at Havoc, then get back to the business at hand, taking what's mine...the All-Star title.
Your first words were OK
Your second set was OK
You make no progression, every match, you just O f*ck*n K
And OK aint never gonna be good enough against a diamond like me.
You a groupie ass clown
With that wack ass sound
Let this real diamond shine
Sit yo lame ass down!
BALLGAME
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