u steppin 2 me, its really not an issue,
cuz i'll blow a hole in ya like u was made of cheap tissue/
my flow is high climatic and it's really intelligent,
the shit u be spittin is just straight up irrelevant/
when you see a black coupe slowly ridin' on ya side hide,
cuz i'll roll the windows down and now it's a drive-by/
i walk down ya block niggaz scatter like leaves,
i'll pop more holes in ya than swiss cheese/
i ain't Jay-Z but i got 99 problems,
pop 99 shot and your lives i robbed em'/
my rhymes strike lkie lightning and clap like thunder,
u soft like white bread so i'll call you wonder/
this shit is way too hot for u to handle,
u like cake..... but i blew out ya candles/
u spittin against me well i'm certain you'll lose,
cuz my wordplay even got Bill Gates confused dude/

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"I'ma kill you, commit suicide and kill you again"

-Jay-Z