Yo supervillain the only shit that you be killin
is your lines, droped down and swingin like they on vines,
Will smith got the ears but you got the rhymes,
Together the both of you are chimps neither of yous comittin crimes,
You both make sounds with words, its like readin a comic -
Cus you act like your words, they attomic,
The only thing chronic about you is yow stomach ache'
Bloated because of all the shit u seem to make
The FreashPrince and SuperVillain I can see it now,
Both y'all talkin shit and actin like you five y/o screamin "pow pow pow"
"Put yo' hands up" as you shoot a plastic toy gun,
Braggin to homies bout how this is what you do for fun,
Dawg, you try rap like your a hip-hop master,
but in reality Britney spears could drop this shit faster,
Maybe you and Will can fo play with Jazzy Jeff,
Make the same crap music till the all o'you's deaf,
"Save the beat and kill a lame M.C,"
and if u cant kill 'im bring the mother fucker to me.

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