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B-E-B-O-P thats me the killa//
my rhymes drive thru e's head like a drilla//(driller)
my stuff like fists and this is the thrilla in manilla//
ima kill ya, this gonna be a one sided battle//
to smoke you or rope you in, hmm ill take the latter//
you pussy, my hits so hard itll leave you soft and bloody//(like a pussy on its period)
my stuff rain down and leave you wet and muddy//
im lyrically and criminally fukin insane//
i spit shit so hard its like a bullet to your brain//
i know right now you readin this feeling the pain//
and afterwards you'll be like cypress hill "insane in the membrane//

Finisher

Ima smoke you in this battle...there is no fire protection//
Im so hot ill leave you sweatin like R.Kelly at a girl scout convention//

PEACE.