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Looks like I shouldn't had all my eggs in one basket.
Man I shoulda made one of those bastards dead in a casket.
My spit in the tourney must had him almost slit his wrists off.
So he got knocked outta there and apparently he's pissed off.
This here is the Canadian version of Humpty Dumpty.
I pushed his ass off the wall, and now he's tryna jump me.
But it ain't gonna happen, so just don't worry, folks.
I cracked his shell open, so he slips in his own yolk.
Man, I'm done with your wack ass, stop eggin' me on.
Come in at 3 o clock at night and then you beggin' me son.
He can't stand to see me advance, so this laughter is burning.
Look, he couldn't even wait for this till after the tourney.
Don't be mad at me sonny just because I swept your legs.
Cause if you wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
You need some personals this time Imma give you some clues.
Yeah, I'll give you some, right after you polished my shoes.
His reign on here been threatened since I broke in the doors.
He tried to mount this but it's forced like canadian horse.
You better elevate like fuck before I'd ever call you tight.
Man, you better of at makin' songs with Dudley Do Right.
Are you ever gettin' signed, and is ya music gettin' dough?
Before that happens, combat's gonna learn how to flow.
And yo you know both you and him already felt my tsunami.
You showin' skills as often as Keynote... is gettin' punani.
Every line you ever make is fake and often filled with flaws.
Your ass is like a fired cop you can't handle the laws (loss).
Merkin' you you bastard, shouldn't be a test at all.
But I'm not sure I even wanna die of high colesterol.
