Muh'Fucker, Katastrophe Is My Only KONCEPT..
If I Got Beef Wit A Nigguh I'll Beat The Shit Out Him At His Own CONCERT..
I'ma Keep Writin These Hot Rhymes Until My HANDS-HURT...
...I'm Tryin Out 4 This Crew For One Reazon...I Want Mani To Life Up Her SKIRT
Baby I Can Make Ya 'FANTASY' Come True We Can Roll Around In The 'DURT'..

...Naaaw, I'm Juss Fuckin Wit-Chu..

..But On The Real, My Rhymes Are Sharper Than A SAMURAI SWORD...
..I Know I'ma Win Cause I'ma Choke You Wit The MICROPHONE CORD..

I Can Leave Ya Condition CRITICUL..
Not Signin Me Would Make U PITTIFUL..
I Really Dont Think Mani Wants Me 4 My Lyrics, She Know I'm Cute So Shes On The PULL...
.........I Got Toys That'll Leave Your Clothes Stained Red Lookin Like The Jersey Of A CHICAGO BULL...!!

I Got Talent, Maaan, There Aint No DENYIN...
Whoever Said Shotta Aint Hot Must Be LYIN...
Yo Mani!!..Sign Me Up, I'm Done TRYIN...!!!

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