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[Verse 1: Big Serg]
Pulled up to the liquor store
Corner of East and Sycamore
Munching some papaya
I pray to the messiah

Cause there was hoodies on my tail
For a couple thousand meters
I thought to myself:
“I'm afraid they're gonna beat us”

So I go and light a cigarette
See the hoodies’ silhouette
Four of them in black
There's sweatdrops on my back

They trot up to my 80s, 
My 80s Mitsubishi
Say “Please step out the car my lady 
We'll take this nice and easy”

Sitting there at this point 
I’m feeling kinda quesy
So I rolled up a big joint 
Step out my Mitsubishi

From the joint I take a hit
And this is what I spit:

Bitch I’m not your lady, I just think you’re crazy,
I didn’t do nothing, your eyes must be hazy
So you better step back or I’ll give you a smack
A lyrical smack, as if I were Jay-Z

I’ll fuck you like MJ then kill you like OJ
Then dunk you like MJ then drink you like OJ
My flow is like water but what I spit is fire
I’m robbing your daughters, I’m taking them higher

Put my dick all up their asses, my molasses on their glasses
You want my raps to have more meaning? Rather pander to the masses
So careful with my rhymes, they’ll leave cuts on your backs
Cause every time I spit, I leave blood on the tracks.

[Verse 2: U-Dawg]
Minding my own business
At group therapy I witnessed
A man stood and had enough
Forgot his suitcase full of stuff

So I went and called my hoodies
“Bring a van that’s full of Goodies”
So we hop into the van
Off we go to catch this man

I say “Hey we need to track him
We need this suitcase to give back him”
But he was speeding, couldn’t catch him.
We were feeling the wind get past him

We shout “Man who had enough
“Do you want your suitcase back or what!?”
But he was speeding couldn’t hear he us
He didn’t see that peeing mutt

Squashed upon the street was the mutt his guts excrete
Traffic honks, the man retreats to a liquor down the street
We step out without a doubt, the man steps out and looks around
Crack my knuckles, wipe my mouth and this is what I shout:

Spitting lines committing crimes catching fines splitting ties
Cuz my pen is a lean and a mean, rhyme-writing crime-fighting machine
This is one on one, me and you, you’re done

Cuz I’m about to spit as fast as your little Mitsubishi
Run over you with my rhymes like you did to that little weenie
Dog. Why you gotta be such a meanie dog? Really dog?
You made people honk and beep me dog.

There’s no way you can beat me, get your ass out and meet me
Take my meat out, and use your ass to beat me, sweetie,
Fuck your daughter so hard it’ll reverse entropy
I spit so fuckin hard that I cause a big bang
The universe to expand, collapse, and re-expand

The elderly remember me real sexually
My energy’s that of a red bull mixed with Henessey
Like Ken Jennings on Jeopardy, speaking of the elderly 
How’s your mama’s asshole after my dick left a black hole?

Take your suitcase asshole.

Big $erg