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You ever seen someone who roll 

With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton 

Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' 

Got a few hooks with no jabs 

Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads 

I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry 

Bite off this one, steal from your enemy 

Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp 

He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp 

Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ 

Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through 

Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 

They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy 

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Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it 

Especially these over-rated raps, step to fetch it 

I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle 

Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles 

One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit 

No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics 

If you was a pimp, put tricks on the stroll 

And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold 

Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster 

You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster 

That yayo you slingin', please abort it 

Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it 

I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get 

Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify 

Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? 

Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it 

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Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords 

Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords 

You ain't nothin' but a pig in the blanket 

Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet 

All this rap crap, that's trapped in your colon 

Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin' 

Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy shop 

You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop 

A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese 

Got somethin' to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease 

Get your ankles broke, while doin' your two-step 

Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left 

ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream 

You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream 

And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits 

With the brush stroke off the canvas 

I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx 

That was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards 

Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to D-Block 

And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks 

I was an MC when you was in Nutville 

On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled 

Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one 

Straight from Medina, with the mass of many suns 

The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts 

And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up