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You all be feeling paranoid got me feeling mad annoyed/

Rap game self employed prepare to be destroyed

your lyrics hurt my mind like an big ass hemorrhoid

mine destroy your planet like a real life asteroid

causing mass extinction with vocal lead ammunition

this is not a competition not even an exhibition

compositions' no repetition: this is my expedition

got you counting syllables like a nerdy mathematician

No hesitation delivering my dicey disposition

you can fire away but know you'll always be missing

up front no speech i preach not a crooked politician

assembling fire lines on a mission for fruition

now I've got you wishing lines like this that you'd be hitting

but instead you're going fishing for words already spitting

you better get to gripping while i stick to lyrical whipping

I'm not even sipping but we all know that I'm tripping

Feel the pressure cooker got your butt hole puckered up

Your minds all cluttered mines smooth, its buttered up

you're fish, i'm Tasty like a reeses peanut butter cup

Call my girl open up i'm about to bust this nut!