QB'Snipa---> could be worse.//
I could be battlin' somebody that actually knows two words.//
this kid's got a pocket dictionary and still spells it 'erbs'.// (herbs)
maybe I should battle him in pictionary, I think that's how kindergardens learn.//
dawg, if you were MOB DEEP you still couldn't 'burn'.//
you more like vita.. soundin' like tha queen-a transvestite theatre.//
you could come with your best rhyme and still no-show 'cause no-one's seein-ya.//
fo-sho I'm-a be beatin' ya like a self defence dummy leavin'-ya bent like a bottle-a yeager gets-ya.//
you'll be leanin' buddy.. Run? you can barley even walk.//
talk, how with your jaw wired shut.....//
the call me inspector gadget, cause I pack automatic tools.//
strapped from head to toe, yea I even got a gat in my shoe.//
niggas from QB don't even know me, but when I come tha streets are lonely.//
it's like they sense my presence and run home wit they hommies.//
BLUNT-MC.. tha one and only, you'd have to be somethin' different to evre overthrow me.//

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