[center]Kids a herb, trynna make a name for Himself
Aint never gonna beat me like a Tip-Off between Shaq 'n an Elf
I'll ''Diagnose ya Health'' an The results Are ...you Aint ''Sick''
''Kill'' this phoney an Stick an ''S'' on his chest, like Supermans Sidekick
All ya ever Do is ''Ride-Dick''...But that cant help when ya bein' ''Skilled''
Wants ta be ''Cold Blooded''...So i Spill the red Fluid an got it on ''Chill''
Try movin too ''Brazil'' I bet you still couldnt even ''Kick-Game''
I ''Spit-Flames'' An ''Hit-Lames'' Too Re-Arrange They Frame
Ya ''Nick-Name'' Is ''No-Aim'' cause you'll never see ''Fame''
Only got yourself ta Blame, makin a crew when your a ''Newb''
Ya flows come ''Softer'' then a set of ''Fake Boobs''
So i'ma ''Pick-at-Ya-Brain'' Like a ''Surgeon''
loss is ''0'', So I'ma ''Fuck'' you over, an in both cases your no longer a ''Virgin!''

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Last line is the only real explanation, but if ya smart enuff, you'll work it out.......

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