Hey, Mr. Weak Lyrics? Come here, I want to see you
So you can taste the lyrical recipe I'm gonna feed you
It's made with the lyrical stings of a bee, dude
My restaurant of lyrics is a great one, and she knew
Su flujo no tiene sabor lírico, hermano
I'm the bilingual lyrical master, and that's my motto
You already know this, your lyrical style is bogus
So just focus, you locusts, and be prepared to take notice
That my style is dope, that you haters hope,
That you can cope with my lyrical style, nope
Cause I come with a variety of many rhymes, many times
I get many dimes, and you haters get them sometimes
Kyd Terror, remember the name while you burn in flames
I came to take over the game, not just for the fame.
But to crush you lames in the game for all the acclaim
I'm pulling out the 45, and thus ends the story, guys
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