You won't get far little punk cos I bust pure rhymes,
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I tear up bars like a drunk on a bus tour I'm,
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The hideous, insidious, super fly Suffa,
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Ignorance is bliss and you're a happy motherfucker,
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Sucker rock a set; I'm like Bobba Fett with intellect,
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I'm everywhere you go like porno on the Internet,
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So you don't wanna step, trust me, you been warned,
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You don't wanna play leapfrog with a unicorn,
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Leave you torn; you couldn't battle me with that lame rhyme,
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You couldn't come hard with two women at the same time,
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You walk in the club dipped in jewels and versace,
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Only gay guys wear that much gold, ask Liberace,
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MCs act arrogant, I wonder why,
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If your skills matched your ego you'd be eating humble pie,
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Your rhymes are more average than your girlfriend's looks,
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And with a face like that, I hope that girl can cook, it's like that.
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Simmy And The Gravyspitter (Interlude 2)
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