On this microphone i can't be beat,
i treat re-verb like his signature and 'hand' him defeat/
Cuz i'm sick on the mic and and nice when we go textual,
And if this dude hates my knife swings across his face both ways like a bisexual/
I dun know what dude u heard about,
Cuz when them things come out, this dude's face will 'change' just like what in your couch/
Niggas say they ain't feelin me cuz i scare them have they face white like chalk,
Dun get mad cuz i had your girl and pulled out my 'Lexington Steele' and made her 'booty talk'/
This nigga dun have the heart, how you make it to the top of the charts?,/
i'll run up on you in the dark, with the sumthin sharp, put it to where you think you smart, and then kill a different member of your family every week like Kenny on Southpark/


put it to where you think you smart=Brain

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Joe Rams AKA tha nigga