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Rappers flee when they catch a sight of my glock
I'll show them what time it is: like I'm a clock
My rhymes are so hot that my sound engineers
Have to pour factor fifty into their ears
I get the ladies wet, you propagate dryness
Step over competition til my thighs get tendonitis
Say you're a gangsta 'cos your raps are vile?
Well this square is a G too: scrabble tile
I've been killing it for longer than the past year
I was named the greatest rapper in the whole of Pangea
Rap a killer syllable, maddest with the lyrical
My dick's so long it should have a flippin' interval
(uh) Your whole crew is kinda whack
Yeah, said it's full of drips like a drying rack
Crowds hate your raps from the first words you choose
Said when you open bars there's never-ending boos
Steppin' against me to spit true perfection
Is no small feat like a big shoe convention
My rhymes are so sick in any rap presentation
I could not show up and still I'd get a standing ovation