You can't rhyme, it's time, to remember that I'm/
The one that makes you do the time, and you just committin' the crime/
I've mastered all the lines and the rhymes in my mind/
I'm like the lyrical Einstein, Nigga this is my time to shine/
I'm set to crush your jawline with a clothesline/
And take your fine dime while you watch from the sidelines/
As I eat her swine out 'till the sunshine's out/
You can see what I'm about, because I'm out, Bitch.
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