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I call out so many people in this lyrical masterpiece -- like... three.
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C to the L-A-B, T-R-A-P, I'm gonna verbally murder
These rappers who think that they're better than me
And, let's face it, yeah... I'll probably lose
But this year, maybe I'll actually get to round two!
You see, I'm hot off my win against Mark David Johnson
...it was by default, yeah, but... who's actually counting? (Haha, haha, haha)
None of you, hah, I'm one and three
And I slipped under the radar, and now I'm back again
'Cos I'm getting smart, and moved up to the front of the class
You better watch your arse, 'cos this year I'm comin' hard
And I'm spittin' bars like spent uranium cores
And that didn't rhyme, but I don't give a fuck
(I'm Fat Beats!) Fuck you, your rhymes are weak and obese
And you'll probably die in a weak of coronary artery disease
And Teqneek, you can leave, and take Senator John Dean
Or Poniiboi, or whatever the fuck he's taken to calling himself this week
I got a new project for y'all, it's called "suck my dick"
'Cos you're rhymin' words, but I'm rhyming lyrical magical tricks
I'm having so much sex with so many chicks
Something, something - pickle on a stick