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You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton

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

Got a few hooks but no jabs

Took them out your corn dog 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 your camp

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

Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ

Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through

Stop sipping on that Formula 50

They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy

Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it

Especially these overrated rap steppin' fetchers

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

Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel

One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit

No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics

If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll

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

"Who Shot Ya?" You don't have enough on your roster

Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster

That Yayo slangin', please abort it

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

Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides

You can get your best ghostwriters, get them 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, cut with Liquid Swords

Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords

You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket

Hoghead, 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're holdin'

Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the "Candy Shop"

You ain't gotta 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 rolled 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, 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 minx, you be rocking them Blizzards

Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block

To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks

I was an MC when you was in Nutville

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

Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one

Straight from Medina with the mass of many suns

Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts

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