one-man-band needs to learn his place caus he's embarresin the hip hop race
I'm here to teach lesson's expressin my superiority but I need breathing space
The air is polluted by someone's dilluted rhymes, and I ain't got the time to get through to this man
I ain't pointed no fingers, but by the sound of it, it's one-man-band
So I'm just gonna kick it wit em and fucking kick em to the curb
Yah neeed to stop playing around and start conjugatin' some verbs:

I’ll stomp your face in the ground and make you fart out dust-
Roll over you in my ride and leave deep cuttin’ ruts -
Should’ve watched yah back caus you know I’m trouble -
Mop the floor with yah ass and have you burp out bubbles.

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