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[Verse 1:] I'm a punch line professional, far from conventional Always make a point like what comes right before a decimal I never ate my vegetables, skipped outta pre school Spit molten lava, ain't a second I could be cool I'm nasty, so come right at me I am, fresh to death shit I'm great like Gatsby My voice stays raspy but ladies like it They always jock my swagger and tell me that I'm the nicest I'm righteous, so who fucking with Webster Stay bangin' out tracks in the lab like Dexter I'm clever, ever-y day under pressure Bow down to king Mathers, but I am his successor An MC like Escher, fresh, flyer than feathers Rollin' up the trees and light up like a projector I'm better, bitch trust me I'm Super Mario with a star cause' y'all can't touch me [Chorus:] You could never be the man that I be Never go to war with a dude like me You'd be barking up the wrong tree Trust me You could never do that things that I do You could never spit the words that I spew You could never stand to walk in my shoes Letras de cancionesTrust me [Verse 2:] You'd be barking up the wrong tree, barking at the wrong dog Power walking around you mother fuckers in full jog I go hard, shit I'm oh so sick I'm loco bitch, eat rappers like Coco Crisp And get it jumping like a pogo stick, nobody next to this I been rapping since Sonic was running on Sega Genesis So I'll throw Knuckles like his nemesis, now who could step to this I'm so fly I got a leg up on Pegasus Put together sentences, verses to the chorus' On the underground like bones of Stegosaurus' My kicks harder than Chuck Norris' One roundhouse will knock you all the way to places that your foreign with I'm rolling with at least 3 Ninjas, call me Colt But bitches call me the carpenter, I screw nut and bolt I won't just give up, and don't just back down And don't give two fucks, you know all that now [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm a mother fucking ani-mal, scrodem full of cannonballs Playing drinking games till I hardly even stand at all I bite bitches like Trueblood this dude's rough Brain screwed up, from too much drugs I never grew up Drinking till I threw up, throw up, vomit Barf on the game you bitches don't really want it Sorry homeboy but do not interrupt me I'm better at rapping than you, bitch just trust me [Chorus] From Letras Mania