V1 I fought in Egypt with this Tour-guide the other day/ I smoked him, he jetted—Went out like a SUCKER/ You shit the minute that weapon told you my name/ You couldn’t think of HOT lines, even when I’m scorching your brain/ You just won a fortune of pain and embarrassing harassment/ Social disdain Niggas wouldn’t believe your Rhymes if you put Cher in it/ Tearing kids with an arrogant air apparent/ The closer my hands get to your neck, you start squealing just like a Theramin/ I’m squaring in my targets-locking, delivery’s partly shocking/ You could be a geologist and you’d be hardly rockin/ Chicks in a bar be flocking at me exposing their panties/ And gladly holding em open, like you, they hoping to scam me/ Leave you broken and badly bruised, with flows I’m soaking fannies/ Blows are nasty, you’re a whore and a pansy moore than mandy/ Who’s courting for candy and snorting with Brandy/ Your styles flimsier than what Jennifer Lopez wore to the Grammy’s/ Tore your family heritage, your chance of winning 50% less than marriages/ Leave you a vegetable like asparagus/ Pulling plugs outta sockets with hand gestures/ Your voice is annoying it don’t fit like Fran Dreshcer’s/ I be verbally ambidextrous/ With a grip so tight, every word I udder will make a cow attest to this/ Tempestuous energy readily emitted/ Just stepping to me’s a crime and this here is the penalty to fit it/ Transgressions committed are never acquitted/ I’ll bust a nut in your mouth, tell you to rhyme and you still couldn’t spit it/ You’re fragmented like hard drive partition defect/ Don’t even front, you’re just a Mobb Deep audition reject/ Cause I cannot fuckin’ STAND/ When bitches like you don’t have the gull to be yourself when rhyming on a jam/ Trying to sound all Rugged and raw/ But you can reach as HIGH AS YOU CAN you would barely be tuggin’ my balls/ Stunning the hall of famers, and famous niggas that’s remaining nameless/ I’ll shamelessly leave you brainless… the deed is painless/ When I be digging the deepest most heinous basses, your MOTHERS tasted/ Ask your neighbors, cause T-O-N-E is what her maiden name is/ The most jaded of entertainers have stated/ I’m the greatest creative flavor they’ve ever observed or contemplated/ You’ve done the worst overdubbing since Twister/ Kodak could offer home delivery and you still wouldn’t be getting’ the picture/ YOU LOSE! Like Street Fighter Alpha Omega/ Hyper Super Turbo Fighters Zeta Version number 2/ Build 3, Still don’t understand me? I’ll EXILE your style and make you MISS AMERICA like Ali Landry/ Cause you get OUTED like Ellen Degeneres/ Cobras refuse to battle me cause to them my pen is so venomous/ You DEFAULTED to get here, that’s irrelevant evidence/ I’m making sure that Sphinx is reverted back to a Remnant. And that’s only the OUT-OF COURT SETTLEMENT.
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