You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton And smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm batting Got a few hooks with no jabs Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads I get it, you got rich robbing 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 missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-through Stop sipping on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy 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 being 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 slinging, 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, buzzing and really on it Whipped with "Cuban Linx", and cut with "Liquid Swords" Choked by "Ironmen" til we crush your vocal chords You ain't nothing 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 holding Sweet tooth dudes stay out the 'candy shop' You ain't got to handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese Got something to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles broke, while doing 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 rocking in blizzards Wanna be cop, til you walk to D-Block And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks I was an M.C., when you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was getting 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 cuz I let off first, what's up?
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Copy to Clipboard: You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton And smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm batting Got a few hooks with no jabs Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads I get it, you got rich robbing 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 missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-through Stop sipping on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy 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 being 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 slinging, 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, buzzing and really on it Whipped with "Cuban Linx", and cut with "Liquid Swords" Choked by "Ironmen" til we crush your vocal chords You ain't nothing 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 holding Sweet tooth dudes stay out the 'candy shop' You ain't got to handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese Got something to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles broke, while doing 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 rocking in blizzards Wanna be cop, til you walk to D-Block And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks I was an M.C., when you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was getting 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 cuz I let off first, what's up?
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