I'll leave you laying down, shaking like an epelectick/
seize ya like a detective apprehending the unsuspected//
you talkin' too much shit, something I should've expected/
the only way you hittin' like a tank is if that tank's a septick//
I'm the cure for the infected/
cleaning out the bacterium crumbs like an antiseptic//
you picked up a pen, shoulda left it un-affected/
you a pathetic skeptic investing your time on a weak rhyme ready to be rejected//
I'll burn you like I was acidic/
to be more specific, I'm quantized educated quantum physicks//
Everytime you rock a mic, gotta check the shit for lipstick/
around a 12 inch dick or galvanized pipe is where your lips fit//
You don't get fucked in the butt, you just get fisted/
the fact you eat crap outta azzcrack is the only reason why you "spit shit"//
The H-2-O pro, I flow like likwit/
the only time you'll flow right is when you get your wrist slit//
Here's a lending lyric, take it, I insist it/
if having half a brain were a train, your azz just missed it//
This is but an ounce of knowledge, you still can't lift it/
like when you saw pussy for the first time, you just can't find the right tool to stick it...

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