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Damn man, ur so gangsta, I'm already flustered
With a name so hard, it's killed by feather dusters
Wrap ur rhymes with pillowcases and go battle ya motha
Then at least ur head can rest when she attacks n ur smothered
Somebody shoulda told this foo his punches can't hit me
As I blast him so many times, his heart runs to his kidneys
Have ya so burnt up, turn ya lungs into chimneys
Then light my blunt in ur chest with ur stomach as kindling
Already gotcha head so swollen, ur thoughts have steady withdrawls
Now u duckin shots so much that ur neck has evolved
Too bad u didn't listen to it b4 u failed as a loser
Cuz tha -1 on ya name is tellin ya future
Only reason u droppin magnum's cuz they're preused in ya mouth
By the Lizzy Mcguire lookin like dude on ya couch
Next time u use a theory, don't take it from teen bitches
Cuz idolizin nickalodeon stars will never be vicious
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- Rakim
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