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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 those rhymes to mine I'm top of the line
Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I what to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure deep

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and brand new home
Same old nigga, I ain't with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' you're scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that mothafucka
Gimme the bud, the I puff like Elvis and the Beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple MC's on pins and needles

Niggaz that got beef with me better bring a or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin'
You go fuck wit another nigga
U cant 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 that nigga from still come with
The rif-raf, went gold diggin', to gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' 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 then oriental
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the
That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Barkley so bitch
start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, like, there I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump
Now y'all don't want no trouble, can't stop us

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

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

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