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You ever seen who roll
With Mayweather, rhyme Ricky Hatton
Smash you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks no jabs
'em out ya corndog books and notepads

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

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

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

One verse shatter your spine and your spirit
No matter what, you still shop for lyrics
If you was a pimp, put tricks on the
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
That yayo you slingin', abort it
Too many on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it

I spray the Flea with pesticides, and you can get
Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to
Have you ever been stung by a thousand
hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it

Whipped Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords
Choked by Ironmen 'til we 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
means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin'
Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy
You ain't gotta 'em to see the panties drop

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

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

I walk on your and lizards, raise the lynx
That was killed for your minks, you be in blizzards
Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to
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 MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight Medina, with the mass of many suns
The supernova, give off gamma ray
And I'll finish this, 'cause I let off first, what's up