you betta' pack yo' trunk up nelly and head yo' ass down to the circus/
i betcha yo' gangsta friends love gettin' head when you suck on their boz cuz/
with a dum-ditty-dum you succumb an' get yo' bum humped til the shit goes numb/
you all like yum wen you drinkin' cum, you are scum from the slum/
what makes you think you can come an' fuck with Dr Greenthumb/
ya can drop a flow an show ya face now that schools... out/
i don't go cos rules are the tools used on fools... no doubt/
yo' rhymes are like boomerangs, they come right back in yo' face/
you post an' before you look back, bang, ma killa punches flowin' like bass/
i set the pace an' it leaves every trace of this disgrace's head in space/
hydroponic finds these flows while smokin' demonic chronic/
gin an' tonic power the punches an' keep them harmonic/
i don't even care if i win, cos ma glock still got you foamin' at the chin/
ma heartless grin causes goosebumps in yo' skin/
the only time you've wished for an identical twin to hold on the firing pin/
i'm like a lowrider, ma hydraulics bouncin' on yo' head/
brainscramblin' metabolics, shred you too threads/
i dun' even know why i'm battlin' this fuckin' piece of shit/
from the NYC, ha ha ha ma gattlin' gun'll sort you son, now spit.../

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