This bitch punk roll up on me frettin/
The only dance he learnt from his ma was 2 steppin/
I ride the mic like Guyver here, outa control/
Spit weak rhymes bitch shove 'em up ya ass with ya 17 ince fro/
whats that seepin from your forehead? originality?/
Shut up fool you ain't on my level, you can't even step to me/
To me you jus like glass boy, I look straight through you/
Fuck with me ya I make ya smell like hot do do/
this rhyme has got you quivverin from my hecticity/
for some reason you think some things in life come for free/
get the fuck off my dick and walk away from me/
cos if you weren't so blind then maybe you would see/
Its not a smart move to fuck wiv me/
Think you can step to the heat boy you can't see me/
cos you're jus a piece of shit on the floor decaying next to me/
What does it take to be the best of the best/
you gotta be unpredictable, higher than the rest/
we leave these kids in fear, an in their pants they keep crappin/
all i wanted was a beer man, shit happens/

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