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You're style is generic, mines authentic made
I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid
My techniques bizarre and ill, i scar and kill,
you were a star until i served you like a bar and grill
As i proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya,
you better recognize me like i look familiar,
you wanna battle you beat around the bush, like youre scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush,
I need a clown to push, someone that i can bully,

Now everybody from the 3-1-3,
put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 3-1-3 put your motherfuckin' hands up.
Look, look...

Now while he stands tough,
notice that this man did not have his hands up.
This Free World's got you gassed up