Bobbito's in the I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be All this and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit I'm not with
Yeah you to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X, the man I'ma show you how to get The way, not the wrong way me when I do this, pay attention
it out Shut up back That picky-packy-wacky rap Your old flow is and your rhyme style is over with In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger
I come walk in your show David Berkowitz Make you think you swimmin' like homey Mark Spitz How can you put up a fox, an alligator I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or
I make a heavy man light, a black kid white Bust a rhyme in they rectum, it tight I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Crush-a, stomp-a, nother,
I make go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe" Look at me now, Hey Joe You say you bad but good, but soft as Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' no hood
I wipe your like doo doo, when I beat ya Treat ya like an old Bible in school, teach ya Like my son, did your mother you? Pee pee's on the rise, why the X smell you?
You me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics On the record that's that smell like doo doo, yo get back I rock styles on top, another child I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your smile You go off and think, 'cause I'm your father
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Check it one two, you wanna step to Crazy patient from the Bronx, comin' at you I get hyper and deep, freaky flex Bust my style, get wild, like Rhythm X
People they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black Bustin' styles on you clowns with the maps out You say you with the mic, man I wonder why You I'm sleepin'? But y'all was gone beddy-bye
Rappers on my D-head, to stick in New York I go hoe, never ridin' I walk You you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B I a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see
Take you on a and make you bug out, seek out Monday Tuesday Thursday Friday whole week out Check it, watch it, back up, slow The same way you blow up, I make a go down
I make you quit rap, and try to get Bobby Brown Slide and glide, Boogie Down like James Never will I say I, watch me I do that I grab the mic and rock, watch them say, "Who dat?"
I know my tongue is long like a lizard Can you the mic respect the funk wizard I know you breakin' neck, to hear the X stuff Back to burn, yo Sam, yo the X rough I look at of groups and tell em get back
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Third rhyme, see who and move and spread the rumors You rappers been played like Puma's, yo bust it I kick a style so rugged, they're [unverified] wet they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
Never I stop it, got the target on your anus You're style, kindergarten not the same as I rock, you can't, this ain't place to be I make you cry kid, cover face to me
I'm not the one, fairy tale Patti LaBelle My job is when I'm draggin' em down to hell You know my when I'm throwin' you off the cliff jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif
I see these suckers better find another game I never of you stupid What's your name man? Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B Jump on my tip, when you're takin' a G
You see the is mine, but can the X flow? I make your fans get wild, and boo next show Kick it when I feel it, the X style it Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no
I give you more than some comp, I you no SLACK People know I wreck, did kid get the message? I drop the rhyme, aim a in your rectum
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