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Bitch, if you were 100 degrees FAIR-IN-HEIGHT
you wouldn't be hotter then me
Don't you see, the logic in this B?
Com'n into this battle thinkin yo hot like Pistol Pete
U wouldn't have to get down on yo knees,
to be the right size for your deeds
Fuck, I thought you knew what u were gettin into
Since your here, its time to make ur face black n blue
When I throw my punch, you won't see it go past
and before you know it, your down flat on your ass
That's the aftermath, I'll make it nice and clear
My rhyme corrupts your system, you won't change gears
The object of my dissent is to end your career
Can't you see the picture, there is no future for you here
To put into perspective, your elective to come into this battle
Lets put you in McDonald's playpen, that's something u can handle
Spear and a hatchet, I can kill you indian style
Or get a piece of rope, I can hang you for awhile
This is no hoax, I'm twistin your hope
To death, choke, messin with my anecdote
This is like a chemistry lab, I'm trying new things
Thymine, molecular malfunction, make Fair grow some wings
He might need them today, so he can fly away
Before this disease gives him a mid-life crisis decay

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