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Rhymes:] Shallah, I got 'em Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, Sizzle your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, a no-no I am the health hazard, skull & bone, logo Unleash the dragon, massacre the I'm spitting, burn a hole the speaker, And start melting the up Somebody please the fire department And I'm a believer, know that I ain't the one to start with Cause the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell My fangs bleed and we nam them up ox tail Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know the truth is Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he me do this Cause once I dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers Throw them in the trash, ain't no recycling bin for rappers I microphone control, it's the dominant factor The records been bodied, I personally the pastor, gone