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Which of you schnooks my rhyme book, look
Give it back, wicky-wack
With ticky-tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand, man, you know all ball
You sold a few records but don't get
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 got two songs
MCs are like clay pigeons and I'm skeet
I just pull and Mike drops the beat
You people call yourselves MCs but you're men
Takin' out the when you pull out the pen

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

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

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

Sucker MC's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it
With the dipsy doo-doo the kit and
The truth is brutal, your grandma's
County is my stomping ground
The Albee Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm Brooklyn you're from Regina
like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin', wildin', who I am
With those lies you're telling like Toucan Sam
My style's like the Hoover Dam

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