Flippin' out on MC's. I got an anger problem

Pickin' out the weak link. Kill the rest of the squadron

Body 'em. Nobody's stoppin' him. Bibidi babidi bombing 'em

Got 'eem. The audience want part of him? I'll toss 'em some

If a copper come, I'm cocking one. I shot him up with Marley's gun

Party gonna start with some Bacardi Rum on Mardi Gras

I bob and weave like Ali. You bought a weave for balding

Always stop for cheese like on three. You toppin' me? That's cocky

Don't start with me. I'll spark a tree then spark a beef, & rob a priest

He's on his knees. The "God!"'s & pleas ain't stoppin' me. I got his keys

Ironically, Ferrari Jeep. So that's why they do offering

Add hundred to the drivin' speed. He's off his meds & off his leash

Apologies, Apollo Creed is pilin' up the boxing ring

Prodigy like Donnie Creed. Brawl with me? You coughin' teeth

Rhymin' be my policy. I often think of offin' geeks

Your death'll be horrific. Imma make sure that your coffin wreaks

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Metaphaurus keepin' it one hundred, hundred

Better book or you will be hunted, hunted

He's comin' better hide all the honeys, honeys

Rappers stay away cause he's hungry, hungry

You strugglin'. I caught you sayin' "a hundred bill? I'll double it"

Double it? Cut the shit. You cut your shit to double it

Punish him. Punch 'n kick. Won't fuckin' quit 'til blood is spit

He's sufferin'. I'm done with him. Then bust a bitch to bust a bitch

Ignorant shit. Multi-syllabic. Has a kick to it

Mix wit in it. Add a wick to it. This time is tickin' shit

You try this shit? Puns & punchlines ain't enough wow the kids

Struggle rappers! When y'all rhyme you sound like this

My mission is to Michelin yo missin' bitch

She wit me wearin' no attire, tired of you, tired of ya tirades

She freaky. Imma tie her then I'm gonna fix her tires. Tire bars What you thinkin' is my silent awe is I am lost by ya bars

Where the fuck's the Tylenol?

My revolver firing all the lead to blind a superman

Bruised my hand from shootin mad

They booin' mad when you do rap. I'm booin' mad when doin' tracks

You lose in rap. I boom n' bap

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I'll rock over your beats and make a supremix

Bulimic when I'm MC'in. Adidas stomp you to pieces

I'm keepin' the circle tight, so you see this after believin'

Fuck a Jong Il & a Jong Un. The bombs is on this Korean

I'm bigger than you. Better kick ya feet up

Kick ya fetus then kick my feet up

Makin' graves. Dig 'em feet up

I feed up on you rappers. I feed off on reaction

I'm fed up with the bigger figures in hip hop that's rappin'

Mistakenly said "rappin'". What's the verb for "trash"?

Verses stacked with verbal trash. Turnin' rap to slurrin' bad

All these "Futures" feature computers. These "Futures" need to be neutered

The prodigal son is movin'. The future needs some new music

Colder shoulder, Winter Soldier. Overdoser feelin' sober

Killin' all ya 'til its over. Sniffin' all the soot from blowin' up

M-E-T-A-phaurus. Fuck the lenses

M-E-T-A's for us. Come & get this

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