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You ever seen who roll
With Mayweather, like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is I'm battin'
Got a few with no jabs
Took 'em out ya corndog books and

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

Enough to make ya Vogue on cover of GQ
missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through
Stop sippin' on Formula 50
They want I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy

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

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

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

I the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get
Your ghost writers, get 'em all to testify
Have you ever been by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred Killa Beez, and really on it

Whipped Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords
Choked by 'til we crush your vocal chords
You ain't nothin' but a pig in the
Hog head, the deadliest food at the

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

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

ProActive rap, you know put drug in the cream
You and see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the
the brush stroke off the canvas

I walk on your gators and lizards, the lynx
That was for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards
Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to
And get entranced for us, spread your wings like

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