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

And if you like it, then hey, fuck you

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

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

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

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