white dice... You've picked da wrong day to be nice/
im a spit lyrical genious ... your a lyrical shambles/
i spit bullets that hit like m19 machine guns/
you'll get blasted away, just leaving eye lids/
dis bitch can't diss... they repell boucing off me/
if this guy had a cock, it would be reconized as a clit/
your creative skills , send a message to my brain not to waken/
cuz they don't make sense, and if you sold a album you wou'd get one pence/
i'll rip your fucking gullet off by twisting your head screwing/
put your famly in a dumpster, den move on to cousins later/

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yo yo yo, i am like tupac cuz of rhymez/
and lyrikaly i can beat-you-up-criminally//
i am a killer and you cant sway me/
because man brendas got a baby// (dope)
can u imagine me being less then the dopest man/~
hell no dawg, cuz im almost as dope as 50 cent man//