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Lyrics
After you rap, don’t expect applause, more silence than a pause/
Watch out mutha-fucker I’m unexpected like menopause/
And Ilike the court of law, usin’ everythin’ will be used against you/
You still wouldn’t be innocent even if Johnny Cockran was here to defend you/
Cause If you got game than call a Parker Brother/
CAR don’t write another, your rhymes aren’t a match for my CD cover/
I’ma shyt you out with ease like if i had diarrhea/
Leavin’ you’re titanium mind empty with no idea/
Your an embrassment to Miami, go represent Hialeah/
Cause your skills still need to grow like a Cha-cha-cha-chia/
Why don’t you start dissin’ me instead talkin’ ‘bout her in ya verse/
You can’t rip and dip, you have more of a “Limip Bizkit” than Fred Derse/
You only gettin’ head from from a blow up bitch that inflates/
I’ll have you chokin’ a pretzel like the President of the United States./
Cause anythin’ you can say I can say better/
So if you dressed like a prep I’m choke you with your fuckin’ sweater/
Cause after I’m done with you, I’ll have you goin’ da church more than Mase/
I’ll kill you like Pac, but I’ll drive a f@ckin’ clip through ya face/
Leave my fingerprints erased, then hang you in a public place/
You d@mn right I’m iNZaNe, and your a waste of breathin’ space/
How the fuck you gonna make me inpain, When I bring more pain to myself/
As an emcee your like an midget when you being compared to a elf/
Your not even by my f@ckin’ belt, your Santa’s help !,
I’ll take you out with any mutha-f@ckin’ hand that I’m dealt !!/
And My dick “Raises up” more than North Carolina/
Dawg and when you fuckin’ you don’t aim for the heart, you aim for the vagina/
You have a two inch dick like if you were Asian, Tamara wouldn’t fuck you for procreation/
Plus your dick always comes up short like Mini-me/
I’ll stick my dick in your ear and leave you “So So Def” like Jermaine Durpri/
I’m a lefty, you cut off my right arm, so you don’t affect me/
See ! Your half a-ss rhymes wouldn’t even tickle me if you were Elmo/
Maybe you were good in the past, But now your prehistoric like Death Row/
And I’ma have you dreamin’ of me ‘till ya plain sick of me/
I’ll have Anthrax sent to ya house as a Special delivery/
I want you to chop me up like Jimmy Rice/
I’m like acid, I’ll have you thinkin’ you died twice/
And before you really do I’ll bring you back to life, just so I can do it again/
I’ll kill you in real life mutha-f@cker and with a pad and a pen/
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