Think of me as a lightbulb cuz no matter what ya come up with I'll be over ya head...
Top ya like a dradle like you's a baby under the cradle cuz ya black and white and I'm all over ya like red.

I'm like a poison pen the way my text brings death and I'll slap a midget's air tank on ya so you be short of breath...
Gotcha gaspin, before ya eye's ya historys passin, cuz like free tickets to a Pac "return" show...ya ain't lastin.

I'll sit ya ass down like kids in time out and reject ya like "mOstercard" cuz ya got no clout...
Deny ya like credit, like a pin-less debit cuz ya spit like blind writers, badly in need of an edit.

Treat ya like a tree the way I chainsaw ya knees, cold leave ya with stumps...
Shrink ya advance and shorten ya stance, you'd reach for my heights but ya ass can't jump.

Ya in this rap game but ya ain't gettin far cuz you's like a drunk gymnast the way ya fumble ya bars...
While I'm like a drug lord slingin my lines ya lucky there's no "rap police" cuz ya'd be flooded with fines.



It was quick and not real personal...
I was hurrying to be outta here by 5.
Hope it holds up!

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