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Keep it to the simple bits, only to the simple shit

Keep your records poppin like the face of a pimpled kid

 

Blast it to the max, kid, it's fantastic shit

Plastered with a style he mastered quick

Never been a struggler, flowing like the jugular

Remember that the losers all thought what thugs they were

Now they wanna battle me, beef like catle feed

Walking on battle feet, bring all the cavalry

I squash all the beef now my shoes have a burger smell

Sure as hell i shock em like an overcharged duracell

See how quick i'm killin it, boy what a thrill it is

Flow is explosive, my wordplay militant

The competition's running like they training for a marathon

Thinking that they know me but man they compared it wrong

They thought i had rules, even followed em and wrote em

Instead i was the deviant who constantly broke em

Don't mess with me or test me, let me list separately

all the reasons that i know that you wont best me

First of all you coward,