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[Verse]: Comin' harder with the bars, ummm You better off tryin' to ride a skateboard to Mars P.R Tryin' to be hard until a revolver fly his head off his shoulders It reminds you of T-Ball Gutter City, everybody in the D brawl For the money, tryin' to do it big like D bra I don't like though 5-0 will find your human bio in Ohio I'm high and I want my doe I wish I had a time machine dude So I could go back in time and snatch your bitch ass out your mommy womb If he ain't the best, I'm brutally Mutate your flesh with a slew of these uzi rings Like a bitch on her period, bullets will make your mood swing You king then you sing Two things, I'm true and I ain't gotta prove a thing So critical, leave niggas miserable Them bullets grab your nuts and make you cough, mean I'm gettin' physical Rockin' crowds in Paris Coast to coast, closest you been to France is french fries and french toast They say Nickel wrote all Vicious sickest quotes Ridiculous, you trippin', so I'mma take it you think I'm dope I up and smoke these jokers Rappin' like your brain's broken You trash, I wipe my ass with your Vocoder Toe to toe, let's go, nigga I'm ready Come bring a heavy gun, machete or kid I already won You don't wanna fist fight this opponent I'll knock your teeth out with your gums still on it Al Capone gangster, the mic my throne, I'm on it Let it be none, it fit just right Guns ready flashin' My Farrakhan, it's deadly armed And you play the role of Jesse Jackson I got soldiers that'll wipe the streets with you Till the white teeth gristle like piranha teeth bit you I'm too big and damn, it's beef I eat Get more gun shots than Whoo Kid on B.E. 3!