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Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick
Niggas ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em shit about a pile of bricks to show
He ain't nothing but a number, unknown John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit's creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
And I'mma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip, with no brakes and I'm hitting the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some shit, niggas call me The Fly
Cause my style, dates back to hopping turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
Get severe on the double I harass it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

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What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
That we got is to stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half stepping'
When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section
Move that, niggas came strapped, should've knew that
Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a fucking snake in my garden?
Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet
Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf
In a fucked up situation, without no help
I'm not playin', cause I don't play with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin', I'm peeling niggas wigs
I be sprayin' brothers with words
Cause I gotta spit problem

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Writer(s): CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS