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Mic check, one-two, one-two I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks He couldn't come up with a plug if he had his foot on it Now lemme turn this to the judge and thrown the book out Then skew it on the barbie like a motherfuckin' cookout Chef mad flavors Bitches suck the energy, it's like a lifesaver Shave it... Round two Next time, make sure they're all dead before you leave I'mma get loose like a barbed-wire fence It's the significant, never frivolous, mister It's the... Can you repeat that? Don't compute then I gots to reroute ya Try that again and I'll kill ya From Letras Mania