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Yo look, you're in my way, I'm tellin you to back up You think this is a game, so I'll commence to rack up Points like the pro that I know that I am Break on the mic, then go for the slam You can't slow me down, talk about stop me The best that you can do is try to copy The rhythm of the stylish on the Wild Pitch label I'm able to bust a fat cable Kids can't cope, you call it a rope Lookin straight in my face yet the image is kaleidoscope Due to the drugs you're takin your brain is fakin Stop and take note of the mistakes you're makin ( ? ) pebble Callin me brother but you're not on my level I'm too much in effect, too much self-respect I'm too live to ever drive my life to a wreck I break necks, cash checks, have sex and plex Do a battle in a flash then ask who's next I'm a survivor kickin liver than a Memorex Stompin out competition like Tyranosaurus Rex I'm master-educatin, you masturbatin Traps for weak raps, you need to be slapped You suck ( ? ) your baseball cap From now on wear a beanie, stop chasin the genie I rather chase a cutie in a teenie bikini Sip Martinis on the rocks to keep it cold Letras de cancionesThen chase it down with a quart of Olde Gold The Chill will fill you with the weapon of wisdom I master creation, never plagiarism Offer me a blast, you must be jokin Let my posse find out, your butt will really be smokin This cat is courageous, outrageous, contagious Most DJ's say they can't wait to play this On a plate or platter made from wax You wanna hear me chit-chatter, then pay the tax Even on cassette I make suckers sweat And the wack are afraid of me cause I'm a threat Yes, you're all wet, caught up in my net But I'll let you go, there's no need to fret It's time to rewind, so go head, flick the switch It's fat, catch it - Wild Pitch From Letras Mania