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Opener:
The Angle I'm Aimin From, I'm Gonna Be Grabbin-Ya-Chest//
He's "Forcin" his Flows So He's "Havana-Flex"//(Havin-To Flex)
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I'm Stunnin'....Phaze The Flex From Puerto-Rico Ho//
Watch Ya Back......I'm Hollering Duck Cuz My Heat-Gon-Blow//
I'm Thinkin' Since The Fist Is About The Size Of Ya Heart//
I'm Gonna Ram In Through Ya Chest To Get It To Restart//
Breakin Ya Leg On Tha Track Thinkin U Hurtin-This//
Its A Shame You Used Be Be In The WACKEST Crew, Suicidal, Oops I Mean Homicidal Verbalizt//
I Write More Pages Then A Journalist, Turn-Tha-Page//
When i Bust In Ya Mouth, I'm Quenchin' Ya Thirst Like Gatorade//
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Finisher:
This Dude Switches Styles, From Writin Poems To Battlin' Back To Poetry//
U A Fag......Don't Make Me Expose All The Love Letters You Wrote-To-Me//


-OuT-