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it goes a lil sutink, like dis
hikory, dikory, dok
2many girls wona suk my c*ck, hectics ere so count dwn da clok get bare dough
like jenny from da blok, wot
cant test we coz my crews 2 hot, whos hot whos hot, whos not,
u manz r cummin off da plot, ow much talent on da mic ave u got wot,
coz wen im on da mic guna bus up da place gunna get da ladies shake da hips n
da waiste, guna get u prange guna make u wonna say grace, never wear glasses
never wear brace, i never walk round wid a mashed up face, hectic n breeza
givin u a taste, hectic n breeza pikin up da pace, so c*m chalenge we 4 a
lyrical race,
its da H-E-C-T-I to da C, im a lyrical dj so c*m chalenge me, dus gime da mic n
ill spit freely n ill bust u up on the m-i-c, easy peasy, like chilin in
jakuzi, lyrical bombs dat i drop are like an uzi, who she? she wanna sit on my
knee n call me sweetie but she goes on nasty n she smell like weee