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yea i'm amplified, hey hermaphrodites,

pass the mic, all you fuckin swag packin rappers,
leave you plastic wrapped with gauze, that's swag backwards,
half as nice, as the in afterlife,
i'll have your life, flashed in front your eyes like your last chapter,

half cracker, smack ya in time, to the black and white,
saddle rides laugh at ya, just cuz ima mad bastard,
rap master, wanna beef? come and talk with me,
i'll you out, like the whole row of kanye's bottom teeth,

i'll leave you screamin "stop it please", but i aint finished yet,
i'll ya head, till you loose all higher form of intellect,
lost a fight, yo i whipped mr miyagi's ass,
but he got pissed, and kicked me out of his karate class,

"sorry man", didn't mean it, yo this kids a genius,
spit the schemes that make you turn ya head, like a cleavage,
since i was just swimmin semen shot out of a penis,
i already had divine traits, a twin of jesus,

mixed with an inner demon, heart bitter freezin,
just like the fuckin winter season see,
cuz i believe in me achievin, big, is what i condone,
the future of your life's unknown, and in my i know that it'd be,

kinda dope if i hold a microphone and be a rapper,
give the type of shows where hos just like to blow my after,
but cuz i for those unlikely goals and dreams to grab,
you think my i slow like i've been diagnosed cerebral cancer?

"what the fuck?" ima give it all i got raps,
like sprinters haulin ass to finish quickest on the track,
until i'm on the top and rippin with a flawless craft,
not for dollars but to win the applaudin claps,

so be quiet and listen while the of rhyme and rhythm,
lights the mic on fire by spittin a lightning within it,
and if you im wack you prolly got a broken dome,
or your retarded with an extra pair of chromosomes,

kinda like them butt fucking young money buddies,
when i come by, they just run me, cuz they aint,
hard as can be, shit far from my league,
they hardly mcs, the 3's bars are just weak,

you fuckin faggots are the rap is partly deceased,
with a faltering in its muthafuckin heart cuz its weak,
you targeting retarded teens your marketing schemes,
so that you have they hearts to buy your garbage released,

but i worked for this, a lot of trouble it took,
my first were written in a colorin book,
and i aint claimin i was fuckin up in the hood,
i in forests eatin squirrels takin dumps in the woods,

but if you wanna come and battle me, kill you wack mcs,
even when my brain and freezes off to many grams of weed,
high past saturn's rings, eye japanese,
glassed nd pink, bars still clean like lysol, can't you

ima be the status rappin king,
and still it real, with out changing just to match the scene,
and make a couple of gs, cuz im real,
and you can't deny skill that grabs you damn like a dire shrill fire drill,

but rappers weak as hell mang,
so i suspect that they have a single brain,
wack mcs rankin in the back, like a gate,
but i spit, i can feel the wrath and heat of hell raised,

cuz i go hard, like a jackin off,
plus i go far, like an blastin off,
all you other mother fuckers over like macintosh,
serve you like some nutter butters or just like some apple sauce,

cuz i'm as fuck, yeah im on a different level,
while you spit your simple stuff, i just this instrumental,
but nobodys how i got this big potential,
so i'm pissed enough to a pencil, swing and stab it in ya temple,

pissed enough to make the weapon spray so step away,
unless you pain, cuz my tempers raised but anyways,
i'm just being me, like fuckin recomended aye,
back when i was just a kid sittin in second grade.