nasty as...a fat bitch tryin' her hand in fashion class...
when they was handin' out talent, y'all were rationed half....
you can't STAND without BALANCE, you as soft as a pillow...
i smoke y'all jokes as though y'all fuckin' CLOTH'D in a RILLO...
ugh, often a silho-uette, more loft-than a killin' jet...
slicker than them tricksters who is caught in a villain set.....
ima divine, hu-man be-in...
if y'all don't like the hype we write....
......................you should FILE you-a GRIE-VANCE....
my style's truer even... yo, you need a new mission...
freestyle's gettin' more feed than you at the soup kitchen....
like a, four year old girl to y'all, can't be fucked with...
if dude was asked to "seal the deal"? no chance he "stuck it"....

only reason that you "phat's" cause-you rock "big fag sh*t"....
cause your throat holds more dank than what my ZIG ZAGS FIT....

NO animal outrun me, like i'm some "greased scotsman"....
droppin' HATE, i "COP-ulate" so-much the "police watchin"....
when my metaphors is set to scores of music it's death....
y'all talk is so gassed up, too fast you losin' ya breath...
deflate ya FACE, this paper race, corrupt with greed...
it's cause i'm so much better i don't get CONSTRUCTIVE FEED....
can't fuck with me, my bars is metal, they conducting heat....
dreadin' me like "monday mornings", when you "confront the week"...

but no joke.....take ya wordplay, BACK to THIRD GRADE...
ya shit's just getting older...

........................like-the "day after birthdays"...


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i ain't all about explainin' my shit, but that line is a reference
from a Simpson's episode, where Bart's dog get's trapped and my man
groundskeeper Willie says

"There's nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman"