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I wait to see your skull vibrate / When I bury the hatchet / I hope you catch it / I'll attach it to his focus / When I broke his head in half / Feel the wrath, on my behalf / I drop math, and english, leave you squeamish / Then I squish your wish / You're all fuckin dreamers / No time for tiddlywinks / If your titties is pink / Then you are white and I'm not the right man / But you can blow pipe / My style is so tight / I be carvin, MC's when I'm starvin / You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee / Get off me / I'm not your softy / But you will cough for your breath and phlegm / Death to them / And silly broads / I fuck 'em and I chuck 'em / In the river without a liver / And I donate to science, cause I'm a giver / The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn / Ask Sean, Cassidy about how I trash MC's, on the daily / Alex Haley had to write about it / Doubt it but it's true, get a clue / I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless / The boots get smoked like they on fire / I desire like Salt'N'Pepa / I'll fuck a fat heffer / Like I was Fritz the Cat / And she admits to fat / So I'm movin removin wackness from my stratosphere / If I thought that that was near
Chorus(Repeat 4x w/ variations]
"You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.."
Listen to this / You're just a test tube baby / You can't fade me / But hey G / Your style is lazy / Boy you're crazy / Losin it, check out my fusion kit / It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling / Getting bigger, getting niggas in headlocks / Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner / I crush fools plus tunes used by the master will blast you into Tuesday / When I bruise a motherfucker / Who mother suck a cock / And his brother fuck a jock / And his sister, got blisters on her lips that be spreadin / She be-headin / Showin cleavage / With my futuristic styles I leave kids in a trance / Hypnotizin your eyes spin / back in your head like you dead / But instead you was buggin / Ugly bitches get the dillz after shows / Cause I don't be runnin after hoes that be stank / I thank the Lord, for my thought connected to the microphone / So check the cycle tone / That I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps / The mac daddy makes you jump / I pump info, into nymphos, who be bonin / Clonin, Vanessa Del Rio / And yes sir Del see no evil, hear no evil / It's normal, I come formal, to keep 'em warm 'til the morn'
Chorus (Repeats 5x, then cuts of chorus until music fades)
"You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.."
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