u can't stop me, i rap second rate/
fuck wit me, i'll make ya shirt look like a bottle of V8/
how can u stop dis kid, n his game of raps/
i'll make ya girl play wit my "basketballs" like its a game of taps/
my bullets fitted for ya head, dats why i got da caps/
leave yo ass right where u stand for a long ass nap/
yo, i get chu while u talkin' on ya cordless phone/
cut cha throat off, n leave u wit a cordless dome/
i'ma rise to da top like foam, but i don't disenegrate/
i penetrate/ and i kno u tryna hate/
But
dats too late/
muh'fucka, u really jus decided ya fate/
i rap to da max/
n when i put somthin n ya ear it ain't gon' be a q-tip lookin for wax/
sit back n relax/ for i burn ya ass up like i got anthrax/
i'm gon stay on da grind/
jus remember to keep dis nigga name n remind.

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My flow is developing like a polaroid picture/
my "rhyme book" is the "bible" and i'm just "writing" my "scriptures."