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

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

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

Niggaz that got beef with me better bring a or either bow
to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin'
You better go fuck wit 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, nigga, same nigga
If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from punks still come
The rif-raf, went gold diggin', to gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep your deck deader
Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the on the caterpillar

Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a room of Reeboks, I've got the gift
That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so
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 the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, stop us

I know y'all nigga better than to fuck wit the man
ya, don't ya, nigga 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 to shake

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

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