The flow is towin' precision as a Afro trim
All big letters but it isn't no acronym
Smack the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin'
DDT the first bar, leave the track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business with Anglo-Saxon 'em
Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing as the wax spin
Hacking axes in the wind, pretend it's just a pen
See if you can pencil 'em in
Tense, met your men on a fenced in, sensed this is tense
The wheels fall off then it's the end
Don't get keelhauled in villain always been
Feel real genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
There's just a few chumps
And you know who you are like a shout out
Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a pastry
Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefu
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