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I keep my middle finger up like i'm lookin for a taxi
I cook MCs on the mic, let's see what I stir up on this rap-sheet
I'm flyer then hot-air, if hip hop dies, do you think rock-cares?
an MC like Pac's-rare, I'm coked up like chalk-there, so many people on my block-stare
I fill in blanks like a broken-bubble, I walk-planks, and down open-tunnels
I'm still thanked, even when I get in trouble, and I inhale weed like through smoking-funnels.
Chicks love the bad-raps, like a pair of horrible-punishments
Priests upset at bad rappers like oracle-repugnances
They call me the punisher, I think I'm crazy, or bat-shit, like Bruce-Wayne
but who-claims, i'm too insane, 2 fingers- deuces-mane
my cake's better then betty-crocker, i'm a machete-stalker
it's like, when it rains it pours, like a confetti-Mossberg
I'm very-awkward, this chick's a sexy-daughter, she stays thirsty like the Dos-Equis I bought-her.