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Shit, word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggaz can't fuck
What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
I'll fuck you up right now! What? What? What?
Bust your motherfuckin' ass, boy! I ain't no motherfuckin' joke
You know who you talkin' to?
Ol' Dirty Bastard you know what I'm sayin' I'll fuck you up right now!
Yeah, what? What? What?, He ain't sayin' nothin, fuck him!

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin' out
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
Energy buildin', takin' all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin' with teeth, bitin' more shit

Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
'Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin' headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like the can of Mace, baby
Is it burnin'? Well fuck it, now you're learnin'

How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile
Give me my fuckin' shit, ch-ch- blaow!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin' before you knew a whole fuckin' lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your fuckin' ass low down

As you can go, below zero without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure, yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
How to pull a fuckin' gun trigger, I said, "Get the fuck outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name!
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain

And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhyme's hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be burnin', burnin' hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin' to hog shit!

So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Ch-ch-blaow, blaow, blaow! Blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Slackin' on your mackin' 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back

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What? My nigga