son i have to under rate you ~ im above your level//
couldnt come with hot shit ~ if you bit off the devil//
my eye sites stays devine ~ while your visions-still-blurry//(visionary)
when askd about being homosexual ~ you ran off in a hurry//
wants to be shocking ~ rubs himself were he's furry//(stattic electricity)
my many styles above your one ~ by like nine hundred ninty times//
divide sixteen by two ~ an still aint comen with a nine//
this crackers style is like my uncles ~wont follow him tho//( song by uncle cracker- follow me)
have molecue's explode at the movie threater ~ take out the first row//
you sitten there staren at the flash ~ your ass a puddle like red melted snow//
connect intsetine to your penis ~ so your cumen with nothing but shit//
speaking like a pussy ~ mouth act like the inner lining of a clit//
holden on my flow for dear life ~ my style you can barely handle it//
watch me rearrange your verse ~ better yet i'll disnmantle it//
like a wick only reason your here ~ to get burnt when my candles lit//

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