One, two, three, and to the four
Mr. Blunt Man is knockin at your door
I have never rhymed online before,
But now I'm gonna spit it out hardcore,
Toxic verb aint nothin but a hater,
Because he knows that I am greater,
At spittin rhymes, and layin beats,
When I come around, Toxic retreats,
And runs, to his bomb shelter,
Actin like I'm scarier than helter skelter,
Toxic verb aint got shit on this,
But to me, he hardly even exists

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Wu Tang Clan Aint Nothin To FUCK With