and I'm the best on, every track that I', blessed on
bench press the teflon, and 360 the half of your flesh gone
It ain't a question I'm ruthless with the text that I drop keys
and I don't got to cock, squeeze the bullets and pop..please...
I rather handle my business with the pad and the mic
batter your hype, shatter ya life...than battle, iite?
it's that simple, I pass info through class and you wack nympho's
in cracked temples, that can't be seen on the paper like black symbols..
my punches wind you, go ask Kimbo...a knock to ya chest
push ya thoughts to the left and bounce right off of your neck
so drop some respect whenever you enter the cypher to key it
I'm holy, suger shane mosley right when you read it
I'm sick homie, no fifth on me - I get it, your chicks horny..
for a dick orgy, only consisting of chicks and my dick homey
and I spit game, with slick aim to bitches so peep now
a unique style, the well can only go so low - and trust me I'M DEEP child..

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