the SHIT STARTS when i sit ona John like BIZ MARK
and i leave JC sid-marks when ever i RIP FARTS
cus im dangerous as IRANIAN engineers handlin URANIUM
u'll need more than a CHEM SUIT to defuse dis bad SITUATION
i forge knives made of TITANIUM to stab "JC" in the CRANIUM
tranquilizing my flow only time you TAIN-THIS-MAN, u'll get Stomp more times the YaKeey STADIUM
tough words dont "STIR ME UP" U aint thought provokin ENUFF
i give u PASSION, anger, and ACTION til i decide to yell "CUT"
I dont cry tears I cry bullets, heres a nine son grit ya teeth and CHEW-IT
you couldnt carry this W if all you had to do was PULL-IT
JC fatigued im saying, kool-aid run thru ya veins , HE's WEAK
when the floor gives from under-these-feet, only time i drop under this GEEK

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!