detonate when tha bass resonates / I’ve seen better days for tha rap game, I point, splash ‘n’ aim/ ninjaz lost half their brains ‘n’ God obtains accolades for avoir dupois thoughts that’s phat ‘n’ heavyweight / now taste this, pull out ‘n’ stroke a “happy ending” on your face bitch / golden bangles, throats get strangled, pound a stake thru ya heart, wrists ‘n’ ankles / hail to tha chief, I never mistake identities / they call me Milo, d’you remember me? you know, tha half-attractive Caucasoid with tha sky blue opticals / I think tha answer to all of life’s problems is at tha bottom of a 40 ounce malt liquor bottle / I model my life as tha lyrical Sancho, sendin’ mixed smoke signals like Navajo bitches, born with 10 toes ‘n’ 8 phalanges with 2 opposables / tha most notable microphone ogre, ain’t nobody as ill as Miloer…
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