MY FAULT COMPUTER SHUT DOWN BUT I'M HERE NOW SO LETS GO

Yo I conquer the earth, writin rhymes til my palm hurts
hit your mind wit a verse til you seeing stars like converse
the menace send this for the spinach the ghetto bastard
I'll punch Serna Williams in the face beat ya ass with her tennis racquet
my rhyme will get in your mind just like an image
your crew is like teeth I take em out like a dentist
now let's say, you battle me on your best day
you still couldn't see me thru telescopes and x-ray
put you dead in your bread basket as of lead bastard
I spit acid blowin out mc's like head gaskets
I shred nigga move or lose his head backwards
swallowin mc's as if they were Sudafed tablets
living these "Wonder Years" like Fred Savage
Walkin the planet wit verbal havoc to spread havoc
J.Smith a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
The King of California so hand my crown
I'll push you off a buildin and write a whole song before you land on the ground
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist,
Listen to this…

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RESPECT MY GANGSTA, YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA