I'm a- topic hunter that will bring the tropic thunder, make mc's stop and wonder why I'm on top they're often under/
spit a dropkick hop then punch ya lyrics sharp enough to puncture, you're microscopic not enough to stop this hotness the prophet punk'd ya/
better off in a bunker hunkered down noone around, the music'll dull the sound, kick it over mull around/
I'll leave your skull in ground, dumb it down so masses get it, we massive so forgettit flag half masted blast beheaded/
get to mass the master's said it, I'll outlast surpass pathetic, call the medics and ambulance, these clowns don't stand a chance/
all they do is chant and dance, wear big pants and try to act hard, while I'm so potent should be glass jarred for runnin laps around em: NASCAR.
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