Produced by Cire Beats. Verse 3 is open, if you hot enuf to get on this.
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Story behind the song
Check it, I make more cheese than you're eatin cheetos
And I feed you more punches like my name was Tito
Ortiz... topnotch heat is primo
Some UFC shit when I knock you out the ring and
Leave you wit a bloody mouth till ya jaws is feeble
Deceased soon like a patient, needin chemo-
therapy, ya never see how I speak so lethal
I battle on freshman, I battle on equals
I battle "on stars" like ya locked keys in
ya car, now a killa wanna pop off the eagle
Fuck that, I'm immortal wit the beats, so
If I die, still got my words on a CD, yo
Slang out a kilo, hand on the steelo
Export so much Tek put Japan in a sea of
depression, lesson of the weekly session
in English, so pay attention while I teach prose
Stop paths of mobsters, I plant nauseous
toxic acid dabbed on ya bath faucet
So everytime you wash you hands, ya wanna vomit
Or leave you trippin or just dearly departed
Oh wait a minute, I just barely started
Is you twisted? Me? I'm just fairly retarded
I.Q. fallin from a handle of vodka
So when I read a book, I strangle the author
Hand you an autograph, perfectly worded
Except for my name so it's certainly worthless
I go crazy for amusement purposes
Like going to the store and tell a dude at Circuit
City to get me cameras, teach me to work it
So I can take a picture of a priest in the churches
Molestin a boy 'tween two to nine
And get it published in the news through the New York Times
Stop paths of mobsters, I plant nauseous toxic acid dabbed on ya bath faucet SICK yo had some made lyrics in this one! Props!