aight, yall emcees got skills...HA! SYKE...
your more pussy than a set of twin dykes...
i'll brake ya face like i'm clutchin mics...
ya get ''rode on'' like the town byke...
...but if u wanna get serious, then homie just holla...
cause ya rhymes'll get u as far as bein in bloomingdales with a dollar...
i'm a rap scolar, graduated at birth...
the ''warrior'' of this game claimin all the ''turf''...
i was put on this earth cause god couldnt be everywhere...
you'd think i got a dick on my head cause chicks forever stare...
it starts with hoes bradin my hair then next comes the ''nookie''...
like a japanese hooker trynna talk english bitch you ''sucki sucki''...
i'll tear at ya limbs like a cookie n have ya crumbs all over the place...
my shit bangs at ya eardrums like u got headphones blastin bass...
similiar to mases eyebrows you niggas cant see me...
like the tsunami my flow kills n causes catastrophe...
my doggs blasphemy(blast-fa-me) so sound ya sirens like the ''wun-time''...
yall gon' miss me cause when i';m gon ''there aint no sunshiiiiine'' (haha)
man i got mine, but i want yours...
so bend over n get finger fucked by my texts like lyrical whores...
now lets take this to the stage n watch me ripp out ya vocal cords...
wrap em round ya throat n watch this people scream encore...
the blood spills, the spine chills i clap n kill....
slap u for thrills n have you in fits like u took 26 pills...
like an ugly kid lookin in the mirror, i wont hesitate to brake you...
with ya whack verses, call me director cause i'ma let yall have ''take-two''

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