wow you got a serious problem

u can't diss me so don't even try it/
so why don't u write a book then buy it/
I got u shook like Madonna comin out wit a children's book/
u doin the harlem shake before u even get hit by my troop/
don't think your somthin hotter than fire/
I'll go more than 2 rounds wit ya and have u singin through the wire/
u inspire be to become a writer or a sysdystic criminal fumbling wit a lighter/
spray ya tires wit oil sheen lit it like a torch/
when I shift gears in my game its too rugged u can't handle the torque/
so pick up pieces of wats left of ya dreams/
matter a fact just stand and lean/
and get hit wit my beam this is reality son when u die u never seen/
u imaginary like the line called the equator/
my bites hurt worse than Dirt McGirt shit ask my taylor/
I don't wear suits I like throwbacks better/
u say I'm a fetus but your just a caterer/
u bring niggas they food like some kind of waiter/
except u get your hands stuck the plate like a chronic masturbator

*I fucked up a word so don't think I added a line*

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Put your little freestyles out/
Don't know'em but your boys get'em/
Ask the kid on the corner I mop the floor wit'em "SWEEP!!!"/
A nigga talk bout me he need the lord wit'em/
or guardian angel on tour wit'em/
I turn your friends against ya I make u wish u wasn't/
I'm part of your family more like a distant cousin/
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