tha toppest MC since Rakim, tha way Hip Hop’s supposed to be / Science, tha most high and holy moley rolling fat blunts ‘n’ eatin’ fat cunts / bend ‘em over ‘n’ they all have fat butts, I like tha chunk chunks / I got drunk once if not a thousand times, in my spare moments I snort up storms but who’s keepin’ score? my track record, 16 bar illiads like my last effort / Phillies are scallywags, nude erotic trances to dance records / gats are kept in my dresser / I got 1 kept next to tha bed under a black sweatshirt / I got bags of what appears to be confectioner’s sugar / ain’t nothin’ sweet, put it up ya nose ‘n’ ya start to tweak / I’ma burn coal till I got crow’s feet yo / all up in a Black girl’s guts, tha shit is cozy / post an interracial sexcapade on YouTube with tha jpegs / Hip Hop’s in my clutches, I raise tha dead…
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