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These rappers saying lines I'd never quote

They faker than them letters that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote

I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab kids

I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Rebecca Black is

Distributing these knuckles straight across your glass chin

I will Manute Bol a nigga, I'll put him in a long casket

The monster spitter that's sinister as a witch's cackling

H1N1 off my tongue but there is no vaccine

I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whore's journal

So I ain't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to murk and serve you

I get more checks than my ese homie's thermal

When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew

You tried us at a hospital, couldn't be saved by breathing tubes

She's just wearing a t-shirt that's saying "What would Chino do?"

I'm here to seal your doom, XL is a problem

You will never see me coming like a camouflaged condom

The true villain never do killing

My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling

But Chino got ammo for every coward that's hated him

And a trigger finger that's twitching like Muhammad Ali's brain stem

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

It's uncanny how many are ready to end me

I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies

And these pretty Chevys on hydraulics

Verses like they're on anabolics

Making rappers cry like babies when they got the colics

These artists wanna be me bad

If imitation is the highest form of flattery

Then my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass

I'm trying to bring light skin back

But El Debarge can't keep his path out of rehab

The Puerto Rican spig been sicker than Auschwitz

Since Noah's ark was just a pile of wood chips

You think you're fabulous till the savages double barrel

Is outside of your house and then singing like Christmas carolers

I spit till I'm raspy, I'm sicker than Raz-B

When Chris Stokes, nah, erase that shit, it's fucking nasty

You softer than Avril Lavigne shooting shrapnel at the king

The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen

It's an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on

Your pussy CD will not go double tampon

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to

Yo, they try to mimic my energy, it ain't meant to be

Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food recipes

Your ass kicked and your path to the casket chose

Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad masseuse

Reconstruction ain't an album, it's a murder exhibition

Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the ignition

Hold hands in a seance, realize that the tables risen

In an industry that's frail and fucking calcium deficient

Thank heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen

Fucking every beat that I'm given in missionary position

My rhymes were not written for fame or to get rich

But therapeutically put my childhood in

An electric chair and hit the switch