Flow so ninja, got you disappearin' in a puff of smoke/
No other nigga can compete with the sick rhymes I wrote/
Last night, that's right, I'm the f**kin black knight/
I'm the next B.I.G., smoke the mic like a crack pipe/
Except I don't get shot, my flow's too hot/
And you're not, what the blood clot? Nigga, I got a lot/
Of pot, but I don't smoke though/
It's no joke, my flow so cold like sub-zero/
Shoot your ass for the dinero/
Ya'll f**kin laughed at me, that's when I go Carrie (carry)/
Your dead bodies to the graveyard, and that's where you're buried/
Yeah, I'm so f**kin scary, I might just f**kin marry/
Frankenstein's bride, by my side, and pop her f**kin cherry/
Bass, drum, snare, hi-hats, and the melody/
Composition of beats is like I'm committing felonies/
All you lames can't overcome your jealousy/
Of me, cause ya'll some singers like Fiona, Melanie/
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