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I spit rhymes with precision here to make the incision I need you to stay sitting while I flex my artistic vision slit an emcee and then stitch him fry em like chicken no one in this division that can cook beef inside my kitchen villain loading mac clips with penicillin getting a filling of trap rapper meat I'm always grilling any mother fucker who try to stop me on my mission flow so fire its causing mass nuclear fission this beat is bitching but I can still do an accapella small pox sweaters you cant even stop a fella loaded like a Rockefeller listen to the fortune teller used to just rhyme words now I'm a mother fucking story teller