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Ya best shit ain't better than his worst verse and

Czarface a triple threat, he rhyme in third person

And he's a cannibal, about to eat his third person

You was GenuWine, his "Pony," the karaoke version

I alone , don't give a fuck if we connect

I'll beat you with a dyin' phone, I dust brothers like early Beck

I come for you on my iron throne

Word on the street that they god you pray to and kneel to's

An esoteric clone, but I feel you

If he test human, education against lies

Couldn't hear you shout to KRS

The most supreme made his Mona Lisa's off face

Loyal, stick to my guns like Bautista

PTSD 'cause my son writes my features

I'm kidding, settle down but up the bidding

I'm wig splitting, I chop the hand quicker than truth does

You washed up for bed time kids, you're useless

Electric toothbrush deliver your buzz be

I do it on my own, you need a clique like Buzzfeed

Yeah, be up in the house like domestics

I wreck shit, the shit on shit, it's your best shit

Yo, ready for action like I was shootin' a movie scene

Rebel alliance, that's your highness, star of your goofy dream

Firefighters struggle to put my flames out

Murderverse workin' your head, like takin' braids out

More smoke than the weed, man, indeed, man

Even dark strains, fascinated with these hands

My alma mater from the school of hard knockers

Today's special, grilled medulla oblongata

Like Harold Melvin, I'm always with them blue notes

Rappers get exposed to the waves from standin' too close

When I spray the gift, the pavement split

Such an anomaly, I'm still bein' chased by agent Smith

Still major in this, still dangerous

Still get the bills in the mail, yeah, still paperless

No need for Molly's and Perc', 'cause I'm already gone

Peaky blinder on, the boss, solider like Freddy Throne

Son, I walk through the night with a cat-like vision

Precision, you can smash like your head-on collision

Only division's Stark's enterprise, we built machinery

WuGoo pharmacy, burnin' that greenery

Checkin' the scenery, 1.5 at the jeweler

Slick like Rick, Rick's slick like Bueller

Chain is off the coolant, charm look like a shrunken head

X-rayed your cheap ass chain, it came out lead

Code red, we settin' off alarms, verbal bombs

First bitch is a floozy, second's a charm

We bear arms, burners like Battlestar Galactica

Prison mentality, we do more dirt than (Attica)

Rahway, Sing Sing, Auburn, Mohawk

Load mouth **** get murdered over a phone call

Still gettin' my burgundy and gray on

We color for life, that box is sixty-four crayons