Yo, my lyrics tear you apart like knives the size of machetes. I'll
give you bigger ******' jaw breakers than Edd, Edd, and Eddies. This
**** is lyrically telepathic. Close your eyes 'cause I about to murder
this emcee and it might get graphic. This ****'s about to get
hardcore, like another world war, killin' emcees like the L.A. plague
of 1924. I'm like a lyrical machine. Big, bad, and mean. You'll be
spending all your green... Buyin my cd's like a relapsin' crack phean.
I'm takin' Pac and Big's place. I'ma become Rap's new golden ace. I
turn emcee's hearts from pink to red. 'Till my lyrics finally destroy
it and it turns dead, like a hustler on the street who got shot up
full a lead. There ain't no ************* emcee I ain't afraid to
battle. Make it harder to beat me than riding a race horse without a
bridle or saddle. My talent makes your *** feel left out like a duck
who don't know how to swim or paddle.
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