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You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky HattonAnd smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battingGot a few hooks with no jabsTook 'em out ya corndog books and notepadsI get it, you got rich robbing those in the industryBite off this one, steal from your enemyNever try to play the hottest one out ya campHe might step off and take half the joules from ya ampEnough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQOnly missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-throughStop sipping on that Formula 50They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispyRhymes too short to box with God, so stretch itEspecially these over-rated raps, step to fetch itI told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzleWoodwork strips being chipped from sharp chizzlesOne verse shatter your spine and crush your spiritNo matter what, you still 'window shop' for lyricsIf you was a 'pimp', put tricks on the strollAnd if those were 'soldiers', give 'em bigger guns to holdWho shot ya? You don't have enough on your rosterYou move like a fed, but you talk like a mobsterThat 'yayo' you slinging, please abort itToo many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort itI spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can getYour best ghost writers, get 'em all to testifyLetras de cancionesHave you ever been stung by a thousand hornetsFive hundred Killa Beez, buzzing and really on itWhipped with "Cuban Linx", and cut with "Liquid Swords"Choked by "Ironmen" til we crush your vocal chordsYou ain't nothing but a pig in the blanketHog head, the deadliest food at the banquetAll this rap crap that's trapped in your colonOnly means, get rid of the wack shit you holdingSweet tooth dudes stay out the 'candy shop'You ain't got to handcuff 'em to see the panties dropA few cats is looking for a rat with cheeseGot something to pitch, they all swing a bat with easeGet your ankles broke, while doing your two-stepLeave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu leftProActive rap, you know they put drug in the CREAMYou hallucinate and see Kanye in your dreamAnd yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the BanditsWith the brush stroke off the canvasI walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynxThat was killed for your minks, you be rocking in blizzardsWanna be cop, til you walk to D-BlockAnd get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocksI was an M.C., when you was in NutvilleOn a world tour, you was getting your guts filledTen years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-oneStraight from Medina, with the mass of many sunsThe supernova, give off gamma ray burstsAnd I'll finish this, only cuz I let off first, what's up? From Letras Mania