Okay dummy, so why the hell you actin like YOU CAN/
Lampejo, the STREET'S MINES. While you REAP RHYMES, I HEAT NINES/
Its BEEF TIME. The "red" beam'll make u "Stop" like STREET SIGNS/
When the sky's BLACK, IM OUT CREEPIN. Its a FACT YA SPOUSE CHEATIN/
My dick AT HER MOUTH SKEETIN, while you AT YA HOUSE SLEEPIN/
Our flow's aint near CLOSE TO THE SAME. Mines "DOPER" DEN CAINE/
My TOASTER WILL BANG. When i FOCUS THE AIM, it'll OPEN YA BRAIN/
I'll HURT YOU AS PROOF dat you HEARD IM THE TRUTH wit is VERBAL ABUSE/
I think of MURDER AND SHOOT. You'll spill blood like when a VIRGIN GET LOOSE/
Im the TRUTH, I STAY COCKY, and dis LOSER CAYNT STOP ME/
For a shot, dis nigga Russain (Rushin) like the DUDE DAT FACED ROCKY/
You NEWBIES STAY SLOPPY/
I TALK ABOUT HEAT cause im ALL ABOUT BEEF like a DUDE DAT HATE BROCOLI/
The shots dat the CANNON SEND will unload and BLAM YA MEN/
It never JAM OR BEND. The barrel big as a CAMERA LENS/
I FLOW WIT PASSION. My GOAL'S ATTAKIN. Imma SOUL ASSASSIN/
You KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? I jus EXPOSED YA RAPPIN. You HOES IS ACTIN/
Imma eat dis CAT FOR LUNCH cause every bar PACK A PUNCH/
Wit "serial killa" bars like im addicted to CAPTIN CRUNCH/
I'll SMACK DIS CUNT and if im strapped, my pistol CLAP AND DUMP/
Me winning's believable like seein a kid and michael JACKSON HUNCH/
Imma DEMON. DIS MANS A MINOR. You aint STREET, YOUZA DAMN VAGINA/
BELIEVE, IMMA MAN WIT FIRE. You SWEETER DEN ANGEMIMA/
I SHOUT AND I CLASH...........Poke the fuck OUT YOU WIT GLASS/
Im OUT FOR THE CASH wit bars harder den CALCULUS CLASS/
To me, ya RAPS IS GAY. The MACK WILL SPRAY and make you PASS AWAY/
Im gettin in ya ASS TODAY. Im the greatest like CASSIUS CLAY/
Dese RAPPERS IN THE GAME SOFT. I'll take dis FAGGIT NIGGA CHAIN OFF/
Wit "Irish Spring" bullets dat'll HAVE DIS NIGGA BRAINWASHED/
I fuck BITCHES. DIS BITCH CELEBATE. Im SICK AND THE SHIT'S RELEVANT/
My flow gon save the world like dat CHICK FROM THE FIFTH ELEMENT/

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