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My flow got dis Nigga all mixed up like he in a Fuckin Pickle
Talkin dat hard shit, but still thinks 2 Dimes is equal to 4 Nickles/
Croz got ya questionin ur existence on dis Rap Earth
I split ya wig wide open lookin like a Vagina at Birth
Tryin to sell those weak rhymes on da street and made about a BucksWorth/
I put dat flame out on yo "Wick" so "Dreadly"
Spttin shit so Fuckin "Sick" its "Deadly"/
Dis Niggas lines are softer than the Skin on his Avatar
Still a free agent cuz his game bout da same as da Present Abdul-Jabbar/
Bringin da fuckin Major Payne like Damon Wayans
Da realness in dis Muthafuckin Game, Croz put 2 to ya Brain
Body covered in Red like you a Fuckin Candy Cane/
Layin helplessly on da ground, Don't know wat da Fuck to Do
Im standin over yo body like Chris Tucker yellin "You Got Knock Da Fuck Out" Cubed/