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I'm peelin the tech - ya death is the next answer //
Got ya feelin ya chest like you checkin for breast cancer //
I'm "off the Hook" like the Captain~hand //
You're rappin~and - your raps get tossed like a jav-e-lan //
I carry so much heat that my uzis shoot UV rays //
And Lucy I'ma have to "explain" to the doctor why you're bruised and shanked //
Dial 911 cuz I'm fillin your body up like morphine //
More holes than a door~screen - broken bones and torn~spleen //
I'm so hot on the radar I get confused~with~the~sun //
I'm like a point guard fa sho when I finish shootin~I~run //
Sorry for stressin the heat but it makes you run to an air~conditioner //
You ain't wanted at Rap Battles like Nair hair~conditioner //

Sorry, I'm not in the mood right now.