i spit "methods" so "crystal" you'll think i was reppin' techno music/
get treated "in da club" like "50 cent" ran through it/

i call ya "mr. hanky" cause ya rhymes are just "shit"/
your rhymes are "sketchy" like "south park" was in it/

the mic servers back rap rhymes give heart-attacks and i treat ya cattiracks/
by smokin two sacks of that green shit and with my lying lacking...thats a fact/

im gonna beat ya beats with my street heat...then "walk" all over you so you sense "de-feet"/
im a "Joker" so i Own "Kings" Even Rolls wit "queens"...i make moves so "fast" they call me the "unseen"/

this "beef" is gonna give ya a "heart-attack" like eatin three pounds of "steak" at the outback/
whats next to be vexed and verbally slain in text, i beat ya "tyranosaurus" so call me "rex"/

dont "spark" this "plug" or you get lyricly ran over/
your rhymes couldnt "luckily" beat me if you ate a "four leaf clover"/

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