Aight dawg checkin' in and spittin my verse. Check it:

What you hear is not always what it seem/
You in other niggas pants, given' head till they cream/
I'm like Freddy in ya dream, hittin' you with my lyrical beam/
You couldn't even scratch me if you used ya whole entire team/
Yo I'm done with this J-shook thug, let him outta my bear hug/

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn