master blaster/i see you're downloading your rhymes from napster/your record 0 and 3 shows me your flows has cancer/stop tryin' to be an emcee and go back to bein' a nasty dancer/your profile tells me you're soft so you chose snuggles/you challenge a cat like me and you wonder why your life has troubles/your lyrics are like bubbles/ready to be popped gettin' left in puddles/three lines left and your mouth already dropped/anticipatin' the last two realizin' i'm the stage and you're the props/give up flowin' to hip hop/one more line left and you know i can't be stopped because my rhymes are venom like eddie brock

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