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You would if you could but you so you ain't

The I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn
Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a of time
No one can match those rhymes to mine I'm top of the
Prickin' ass like a porcupine, I know what to do
To your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure deep

I'm gifted, explicit and explicit brand new home
Same old nigga, I playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like you're and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that said
the bud, the weed I puff like Elvis and the Beetles
That blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles

Niggaz that got beef with me bring a heater or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats shit
You better go wit another nigga
U handle this

Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,

Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same
If I'm not that nigga, but nigga from punks still come with
The rif-raf, went from diggin', to gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' deck
a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz tryin' to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the on the caterpillar

Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more then oriental peacocks
rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the gift
That'll make a bitch get off me spent Charles Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump
Now y'all niggaz want no trouble, can't stop us

I know y'all know better than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but
The same nigga between the fighters, I ain't got it I got it
When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to

Another nigga, couldn't off me on skates, I'm the supplier
The on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael Tyler
The drunken fighter y'all niggaz can't do what I do man that, nigga
Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the come through
So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad to take it, it's yours

A lyrical ass whoopin' is what I'm hungry, spittin' all over
Your when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus
The nigga, with da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch
You can't handle