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Bout to get wrecked

ima break your neck

Lil fucking prepped bitch

Why you got a gay twitch

Wait before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see

If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me

In the seats spilled or she eat em all with a breakfast drink

You inspect the sink?

In the habit of grabbing a mic and babbling, I dabble in the mics

But I might just swallow my f**king Ritalin tablet after the night

I’m grabbing it right from the medicine cabinet

Cause that’s what it’s like and attack it like a Dracula bite

Jetpack in my backpack when I write

This thing I penned up inside

When I went up inside a Bennigan’s diner with a cigarette lighter

Figured I’d try to set a big enough fire

That’ll trigger the sprinkler system

And I’d escape, but the getaway driver screwed up my limo

Collided with the center divider

I went through the window and ended up being

Pinned to the side of a semi

Offended beside a friend of the guy’s wife

Friend of the flight attendant from Idaho

That took an antenna in the vagina hole

Cause when I pick up a pen I’m venomous

And I’m as thick as Dennis the Menace

Like an evil dental hygienist sinister

You’ve been yelling dementedness

I invented this, I’m the genesis

Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist

F**king smart alec degenerate

I got Ellen DeGeneres

Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy

Envious of female independence

Hell with a clitoris, hit or miss you will

Never consider this a bitter disappointment

I’ll never fail to deliver this

Whatever the weather in this’ll

Be just like a certificate of authenticity

That I’m thinking about

Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way for em to picket it

I pick a day to be picked and I’m picking the wickedest sh** to say

Spin it back on a level, incredible, head of a rebel, unforgettable

Better believe these beats are edible

I consider loose leaf a vegetable

And I stalk my prey

You think you got away, uh uh not today

Murder you on a song and then I’ll just say

I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake

Eating lobster, steak and coffee cake

At a restaurant with Drake

And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate

I’m a lot to take like Kanye

Walking up on the stage for Beyonce

Like it’s my job to say

That you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation

Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape

Ammunition, replenish the Punisher

With his gun at your hundred words

And a clip on that which motherf**kers better run

If you’re not looking to get run over by the roadrunner

No wonder no one don’t wanna go

And jump in front of a f**king runaway locomotive

Or get thrown up under it just tryna f*** with the