Yea, this is where I show you how nice I am. 50 bars
I rip up the mic dirty, battle anybody who's worthy The only player out with a CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska Take that suckas, hit em with brass knucks And kick em with Tims on and fuck that ass up I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya Shock ten thousand volts, Zeus lightnin' bolt ya So keep your courage close if I go and approach ya Cause I'm here to "Face Off" like Nick Cage and Travolta Spit molten flows that shatter your chest Leave you with a broken nose for a lack of respect So please son, if you really wanna battle the best I'll put your fuckin' life in "Jeopardy" like Alex Trebek, yes I'm not your average vet, blastin' a TEC I'll ravage your set, beat you up like masochist sex I never met another rapper of my caliber yet But them beatin' me is like me passin' an Algebra test I be flippin' like a calender, lyrics be scorchin' em Rap valedictorian, swingin', stingin' like scorpions Skin whiter than porcelain, but bringin' them dark forces in Sick like the shit they caught on the Trail to Oregon I'm talkin' Cholera, Scarlet Fever, and Dysentery It's scary, you'd swear to god I memorized the dictionary I'm buyin' if the "Price is Right" with Drew Carey Fairly out of my mind got you runnin' like Tom and Jerry I am very mentally nuts, spit with quickness Step to a bitch like baseball, designated to hit this Got your head spinnin' like kickflips, when I rip this Hardbody like my flows lift weights at Planet Fitness You can't get with this shit Chris spit I'm this sick hit piff Till I'm flyin' through the air quick as a discus You simply can't dismiss this, ready to go the distance In the booth feelin' like a fuckin' kid on Christmas This is, me back and fresh as can be Hell I got more kicks than the UFC More kicks than Jet Li, or Tekken 3 I'm nice, anybody I've ever met could agree Could it be? The dude who's droppin' analogies Hustlin' to make a salary, and burnin' opponents quick as a calorie I will glad-a-ly, charge up the battery And swing with a bat and see if I can knock your ass straight out the galaxy Fact not fallacy, I rapidly drop shit Pilot in the cock pit and sure as a clock ticks I'll be here throwin' more fists than a mosh pit 50 bars later and I'm still spittin' hot shit
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