YO Cyko Shyne, you must be out your mind or your soul out your body/
Cause your acting strange like joining a square dance with Mr. Meagi/
Man I’m ahead of my time my soul is beyond me/
It’s like I’m tryin’ to catch up with the inner me/
So when we meet it’s over for you fool, just watch and see/
I seen you been watchin’ me clockin’ my style and joking’ me/
You need to put a sock in it B, you must like the way I flow, it’s like you been watchin’ me pee/
The life was movin’ too fast for him so he tried to freeze time through takin’ a photo/
Fuckin’ dumbass, you nothin’ but a pure homo/
Join’s the YMCA to see men workout/
2 minutes later goes to the bathroom to get a nut out/
What a mutt, his mind is mixed/
His watch is stuck so his time is fixed/
His mom is struck with a bomb in her clit/
So I’m blowin’ the place he came from/
He must be made from some sweet gum, cause every body chewin’ ‘em up/
His lyrics is pre-made, all he does is copy and paste/

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My gat keeps the slug flyin’ while your bullets scared to fly like Aviatophobia/
Your bars are sweet on paper like they’re covered with Fruitopia/
Plus my lyrics be over your head like a New Era cap/
In your hood few metals clap, plus your style is old like few era's back/
The only time you hear bullets is if it’s a sample in a song/
Before I bust in your bitch I dismantle her thong, I get so high it’s like I live in a bong/
The only time you’ll be called CykoShyne is if a kid says “You that’s some crazy chain”/
And your hoe gotta be smart cause she give crazy brain/
So hold your thoughts kid, like your brain is in your hand/
And you gotta be a snitch cause once you're caught you blamin' your mans/

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