When I open my mouth, my rhymes generate black holes
Sucking the fake swag out of you, like The Smoking Gun did to Rick Ross
I'm all that and a big of chips, you try to emulate me
If me and you were in kindergarten, I'd stick you up by the cubby
But the toolie won't be a banana, it'll be more like a semi
Juicy juice spillin out your mouth, screamin "Mommy, come get me!"

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