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Mess with me Your his story lowered down I'm the sickest around Pound for pound Imma triple crown  Puting these cats down These haters frown I break'em then I strip'em down Like scrap metal I compound  My mind limitless bound Spit faster than sound My hommies don't play that Don't mess with clowns  In their cap and gowns I train my throat, To take the smoke But not to make these lyrics dope Though I'm here to stay as I hoped I'll smoke ya spirits and hope you choke On these thick clouds of loud smoke Contact high provokes the okie doke On your woman i do the okie poke Cause im a fucked up loc  Becoming a monster in my lyrics loco Motive i need none for me to rip a mic for fun And a future for u none Done head spun i crush alot like big pun I like it when pepple think im dumb but i done did um diddy done did um  begore u knew what hit em now whos the one its u its time for me to run cause i just had enough of you so i leave you battered a bruiaed and left there pants down and stunned and now your thinking u were abused  And your not amused that you qerenot smart enough and u got caught and it got alittle rough But thats what happens when umess with the mind freak and the person that called your bluff  And started the mind games and u didnt know ou it cause u tjought u had me and you got got ny a dude that u said was dumb and now game over u lose . blui  Im not god but i can take your life or let u live Im not here to judge Im not here for u to forgive  More dread the life that we live The more i must forbid U from showing that no skills Give no one thrills and dont pay your bills So u should just chill On the mic probably aint your deal For real A man that has no mass appeal A con u couldnt conceal All your rhymes u probably steal So im coming the demons behind the wheel Have a seat lil' homie and enjoy your meal