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You ever seen someone who
With Mayweather, rhyme like Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm
Got a few with no jabs
Took 'em out ya corndog and notepads

I get it, you got rich robbin' in the industry
Bite off this one, from your enemy
try to play the hottest one out ya camp
He might step off and take half the joules ya amp

Enough to make ya Vogue on that 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 God, so stretch it
Especially these raps, step to fetch it
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal
Woodwork strips bein' from sharp 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 enough on your
You like a fed, but you talk like a mobster
yayo you slingin', please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they snort it

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

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

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

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

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

I walk on gators and lizards, raise the lynx
That was 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 you was in Nutville
On a tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm
Straight from Medina, with the mass of many
The supernova, off gamma ray bursts
And I'll this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up