I’m picture perfect wit words
Droppin first on this bitch I aint concerned
Hears some neo-sporin for your knees from those rug burns
All the bitches in a line ta face me and u dumb enough to take your turn
Shit snitches when will u learn
I’m facin another gay mother fucker from the suburbs
Its scary how my lines get eerie
Its like old’em’s lines be flowin thru me
Aka the marshal mathers LP
Makin me crazy enough to steal crack from a fein
Or pick a fight wit mr. T and da rest of da A-team
Get da cops chasen me when I shoot random babies
As I flee the scene
Raped your ma and sister not wit my dick but a curling iron jus ta hear’em scream
Do what the fuck I want’s my life’s hypothises
Imma keep commitin murdas wit my lines cus there aint no stopin this

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