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i spark faster and brighter then a forest fire
im like Kanya West i spit this lyricle shit through the wire
when i start to rap it gets you hooked
B4 i start theres no need to put u in the microwave your allready cooked
u try to stay conected but i got u shooked
got u hypnotized like you looked back but u still never looked
im flowin to the beat in my head
in a battle i rip and rip till your dead
in this lyricle contest im like your daddy sendin u 2 bed
when i beat u youll be sayin shit backwords like up fead
that means your fead up so now im keep spittin so shut the fuck up
when i come on stage got all these bitches standin up
cuz if my flows were PIMP's id get a cup