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Bobbito's in the house!I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shitwhy'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearinAll this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shitI'm not with that..Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X -- the manI'ma show you how to get wreckThe right way, not the wrong wayWatch me when I do this, pay attentionCheck it outShut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rapYour old flow is over and your rhyme style is over withIn fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger dissI come walk in your show like David BerkowitzMake you think you swimmin like that homey Mark SpitzHow can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATORI chew your crew one by one, like a Now or LaterI make a heavy man light, turn a black kid whiteBust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tightI wreck shop like Rock the Ricky WreckaCrush-a, stomp-a, nother, brotherI make MC's go, From Letras Mania