Smile as i don the glove of the king of POP,
And hit you with a flurry of punches like my name was crack rock,
i won't stop, until the job is done, and your belt is undone,
By the end of this we'll see who's really been sonned,
Slap you in the face like you was as impertinent as latoya,
strength in numbers but the fact that i'm the only jacson here heigtens the paranoia

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder