I'm in a decimal,
close to a decibal,
above extraterrestrial,
That's right son I'm spittin',
keepin' my style hidden,
but written scrolls,
tell tha story that was neva told,
I rather take my life b'fo I sell my fuckin' soul,
I roll wit' tha punches and crunch tha illest numbas,
A lyricist so sick man but ya'll don't catch my hunches,
So I guess I have to crush ya's,
and turn yer' flesh to dust-a,
by reversin' tha earth,
and spittin' wha' I said first,
then fast foward leavin' yer' ass in a hearse,
One.

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