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U wudnt "catch the heat" in a weatherman's crew
Its understandable ur yellin cuz am better than u
U sound irreverent, Are u in a terrible mood?
Cuz u aint hot dog, u junk like American food
So stop all the apprehension, cross over that dimension
U know the "3rd degree" now follow graduation.
With talks that talk hard u cudnt really fight me.
U soft like a pile of socks after a dry clean
I custom work rhymes so i'll cuss to murk u
Then "counter ur lines" like a Customer queue
Shiit i'll CRACK this Joke with such classic notes..
Watch him "Head Off To D Feet" like i slashed his throat!
Catch this? (No) I bet u never caught the wordplay.
If ur "verse a tile" then u can call me Earthquake.
U become wat u eat; And i can tell ur "cocky"
Stacked u in a CD pack u still looked "floppy."
If ur the son of hate, I'm slavery's dad.
U'll need more than a bakery to "cater" me back (service)
I'm a pirate with techs how am breakin ur "chest"
b*** i aint measurin width but am takin ur brea(d)th
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