nuuca imy ish is like pure liquor malt
make u halt
leave u disney (dizzy) like walt
ur just a grain of salt
dont look at me or youll faulter
leave ur head in ur lap
cuz u softer than couples at wedding alters
shyt made no sense, nothing to offer
you'll never prosper
u a terrorist flyin into buildins
me and hiphop see, it was written
i come laced with that marksmith precision
leave u 90 degreed coppin pleas like u sittin
hittin, those linguistical darts til i BULLSEYE
see the weakness in ur raps make me wanna cry
i never lie cuz i can back myself up dont have to try
leave u high and i keystyled this in like 5 mins tho
blow wit the wind cuz ur shyt is actress
THROW U YELLOW BACK TO THE MASSES...
u can catch a bus passes
u need battling classes
ashes to ashes dust to dust
my shyt magazine material and u isolated with the munks
break u into chunks
til u feel my sexation in ya rump
pump ya wit so much dust
your azz'll bust
see, my shyt goes around u clones liek the ozone
phone-y mutherfuckers better run home
YOU LACK STAMINA
NO MEAT ON UR BONES!!!...

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