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My words put the best to rest. I"ll call the morgue if you"re
Serious about confronting me, no doubt you"ll get pounded
The sound of my astounding words, they"ll leave you dumbfounded
It"s set, I"m in effect, you"re ineffective, quit wishin"
Call me Steven Hill in your impossible mission
I"m kicking opposition to the dirt
My fist raised, start running, or you"re gonna' get hurt
I could win this battle out of the saddle. You have any money? I like to dabble
Place your bet I'll only be a sec, put one bullet in the gun it's Russian Roulette
You'll be begging for mercy after I break your legs, make you beg, I could shotgun this entire keg
Once upon a time, you thought you could stop me, you did it despicably, I'm the best around I ain't lyin'
You're too cliche, this mic is on fire it's burning in a haze, There is fire in my eyes, now I think you might have realized that all this time I was a rap prophecy in disguise. I'm gonna milk this cow for all it's worth til there's nothin but dirt comin outta these teats, I drop mad beats can't you see? That everybody is cheering for me! Now bleed!
I can crush you and Drake in the palm of my hand
I spit it sick until you're spitting sick with common cold
The idle threats and the rap slang are getting old
Sit down, I'm about to stomp you, you're ego's about to topple
I'm about to hush the awful talking from this Talking Waffle
I set standards you can't see from your position
Because I'm at the top, kicking down the opposition
I'm testing you, preventing you from resting, It's the best thing
When I'm besting you. I'm Crushing you, so you can call me Wesley
I'll knock you out of the park, buckle in and keep your mouth shut
I'll back up, unless you think you haven't had enough
I'm chompy cause I be pickin at your brain like a zombie
I'm always on the top unless your mother is on me, you still call her mommy
well she calls me daddy and you're about to too, whats that smell? It's your stank rhymes dude
I'm about to end your career, your death is near, I only need one hand to steer
I can play you like a flute, like a gun I can shoot, choking on the noose is all you can do
I'm chasing you down you can't evade me, not even these chains can delay me.
I'll cram shattered glass down your throat, but before that you'll choke, this crowd is stoked
Indecisively you're going to be bleeding and seeing me claiming victory
Try to cross me again and I'll destroy you again, now you made me mad cause I have to clean out these blood stains
I can barley retain this anger in my brain cause I'm gonna win this game and bring you to shame
I dare you to challenge me one more time, I'm the face of the dime the clouds in the sky
I'm the one they rely on. Alright I'm done, now I'm gone.
Come find me if you want to get crushed once more by one of my songs
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