| [00:09.24] | You ever seen someone who roll |
| [00:10.43] | With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton |
| [00:12.78] | Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' |
| [00:15.33] | Got a few hooks with no jabs |
| [00:16.96] | Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads |
| [00:19.94] | I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry |
| [00:23.21] | Bite off this one, steal from your enemy |
| [00:25.58] | Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp |
| [00:28.80] | He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp |
| [00:30.65] | Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ |
| [00:33.35] | Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through |
| [00:35.99] | Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 |
| [00:38.44] | They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy |
| [00:41.20] | Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it |
| [00:43.64] | Especially these over-rated raps, step to fetch it |
| [00:46.37] | I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle |
| [00:49.30] | Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles |
| [00:51.58] | One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit |
| [00:54.60] | If you was a pimp, put tricks on the stroll |
| [00:59.13] | And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold |
| [01:01.51] | Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster |
| [01:04.70] | You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster |
| [01:06.77] | That yayo you slingin', please abort it |
| [01:09.39] | Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it |
| [01:11.88] | I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get |
| [01:15.80] | Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify |
| [01:16.99] | Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? |
| [01:19.93] | Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it |
| [01:22.50] | Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords |
| [01:24.95] | Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords |
| [01:27.45] | You ain't nothin' but a pig in the blanket |
| [01:29.88] | Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet |
| [01:32.65] | All this rap crap, that's trapped in your colon |
| [01:35.14] | Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin' |
| [01:37.70] | Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy shop |
| [01:40.32] | You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop |
| [01:42.93] | A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese |
| [01:45.58] | Got somethin' to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease |
| [01:48.50] | Get your ankles broke, while doin' your two-step |
| [01:50.50] | Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left |
| [01:53.18] | ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream |
| [01:55.74] | You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream |
| [01:58.32] | And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits |
| [02:01.16] | With the brush stroke off the canvas |
| [02:03.76] | I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx |
| [02:06.28] | That was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards |
| [02:08.72] | Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to D-Block |
| [02:11.25] | And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks |
| [02:13.86] | I was an MC when you was in Nutville |
| [02:16.58] | On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled |
| [02:19.11] | Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one |
| [02:21.79] | Straight from Medina, with the mass of many suns |
| [02:24.30] | The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts |
| [02:26.85] | And I'll finish this, only cause I let off first, what's up |
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