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Which of you schnooks my rhyme book, look
Give it back, you're
With your ticky-tack calls, didn't you at all
I didn't your hand, man, you know it's all ball
You sold a few records but get slick
you used a corked bat to get those hits
Yeah you've been in the game, your career is
But when you really break it down, you've only got two
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin'
I just yell pull and drops the beat
You people call yourselves MCs but garbage men
out the trash when you pull out the pen

And if you don't like it, then hey, you

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Now, I read about you up on six
was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed
Now talk about your now don't get pissed
But I suggest you see a
I keep that hot sauce hot not and weak
It's burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I've got and billions of rhymes to flex
'Cause I've got rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Street watch
hearing me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water you're stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before ass gets licked

And if you like it, then hey, fuck you
So put a quarter in your ass you played yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you yourself
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause you yourself
So put a in your ass 'cause you played yourself
And it you don't like it, hey, fuck you

Sucker MC's it's me resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it
With the dipsy doo-doo the kit and
The is brutal, your grandma's kugel
Kings County is my ground
The Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and ya
I'm from Brooklyn from Regina
You're like Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin', wildin', who I am
With those lies you're telling you're Toucan Sam
My style's impregnable the Hoover Dam

And if you don't like it, then hey, you
And if you don't it, then hey, fuck you
Wow, a loser!