I sp*t sh*t so real... so rich, deep and with so much feelin//
that it could merk you on this verse ...while I stand there readin,
havin you breathin and stop like Qtip,seethin//
while I pour out sermons that an atheist wouldn't hesitate to believe in//
I guess like Jesus Christ I'm the true King of Kingz//
your wack sh*t couldn't be popular even if Nsync agreed to sing and Britney did
her thing with Backstreet boys on da track//
I know you like rap kif, the dude just don't
like you back//
I chill on my hill like a sensi and still, could bend trees and G's with force of my
will//
I go kill bill on you fo rill...with no sequel//
since your pitiful devastation will have no equal//
I'll go lethal weapon on you, f*ck up everything that you do, break off your ankles in bball and sp*t a rap bout dat too// (check his profile)
more witnesses will hit this than at carnival in my country, but I attract
them for votes not to help the economy//

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