Being lyrically inclined will always gain you respect//
How tha fuck is Sixx da Finish gonna kill me over the net//
respect is what you lack, death is always a rebel//
my mental crushes you reality, which is the size of a pebble//
you life blows through the wind, shatter you false reality//
even if you were my mirror reflection you still couldn't see me//
crush you whole head under the force of my bank statement of account//
with so much money, im the cause of the U.S. deficit amount//

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