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You ever someone who roll
Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is I'm battin'
Got a few hooks with no
Took 'em out ya corndog and notepads

I get it, you got rich robbin' in the industry
Bite off this one, from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out ya
He might off and take half the joules from ya amp

Enough to ya Vogue on that cover of GQ
Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see
Stop sippin' on that 50
They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and

Rhymes too short to box God, so stretch it
Especially over-rated raps, step to fetch it
I you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips bein' chipped from chizzles

One verse shatter your spine and your spirit
No what, you still window shop for lyrics
If you was a pimp, put on the stroll
And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger to hold

Who shot ya? You don't have on your roster
You move like a fed, but you talk a mobster
yayo you slingin', please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, won't snort it

I spray the Unit with pesticides, and you can get
Your best writers, get 'em all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a hornets?
Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and on it

Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid
Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your chords
You nothin' but a pig in the blanket
Hog head, the deadliest at the banquet

All this rap crap, that's trapped in colon
means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin'
Sweet tooth dudes out the candy shop
You ain't handcuff 'em to see the panties drop

A few is lookin' for a rat with cheese
Got to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke, doin' your two-step
Leave a you note, for the crutches the Wu left

rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate and see Kanye in dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the

I on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx
was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards
Wanna be cop, 'til you to D-Block
And get entranced for us, spread your wings peacocks

I was an MC when you was in
On a tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years MC'ing, but I like I'm twenty-one
Straight Medina, with the mass of many suns
The supernova, give off ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, up