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Well it’s the big bad
Rib cage rippin
Lyrical gymnast
Bouta reach into yo bag
For his chips
Now listen pay attention
I’m in the building
You getting evicted from a tent
Would include you in my crew
But that wouldn’t fit my attitude
So called radical ready to do damage
Leave you cabbage patchin
After I dispatch my fist with a hatchet clasped
Pry the contraband out ya cold dead hands
After fist fuckin ya face
I nearly missed and punched a hole in ya gas tank
A nigga pissed
And car bombs couldn’t send a clearer message
Niggas in all black
We dressed like isis
Decapitating emcees who’s
Rhymes ain’t the nicest
I’m mincing mice they meat tasty
They tell me you nasty
And Unique
I give a fuck
Like why my food talkin to me
Yo give it up money
If you were on my plate
Yo you’d bow to Spaghetti
And be thankful for your fate
Now I’m about to chow already
Checkmate while you was all sedate
Your nightmare has come true
I got my forks
And now I’m lookin down on you

You bubblin up in my guts
Like an alka seltzer
Claiming u still in the game
I thought a punk would know better
Lemme introduce you
To the mercy rule
If I get six seconds on the mic
I just might make you rewind it
Every night
You ain’t makin the playoffs
Ask the boss you might get laid off
This ain’t a drill bitch
shoulda showed up to practice
Now you can’t lift a fraction of my mathematics
You limp linguists
need to stick To ya dr Seuss tricks
Pure fiction
You could never chill with game spittin assassins
Be laughing like a sniper
When the chaos break out
Clear the streets
Get down
Or just stay out
If you ain’t home team
Get hit wit the infra red beam
I hear Red brains on the street looks disgusting
Best get to where they know u b
No frontin
My fuse might short
spark up And show you somethin
I heard you was suckin dick on sutphin Avenue slurpin
I’m hurtin mad that you
Expect me to show to gratitude
My altitude is altered
Stay above the stratosphere
With Stratocasters
had Vladimir Putin rebooting
When I drop this poop
I’m astute you just a student
You stuck on my last move and lookin stupid
I ain’t mean to embarrass you
But look at yourself in the bathroom
You a loser

I’m like shao khan on ya cd rom
Bringin mortal kombat
Sharp as a thumb tack
In a cop back and tell him run that
DJ play that back
Radiation got me faded
What did he say
The words went over my head just like a toupe
Don’t want no interview with toure
Just gimme hot soup
And a pbnj not pbr before u piss me off sumn awful
And make me do somn unlawful
Like a spend a month up in a brothel
Now that’s a bid
Find me dribbling traveling
Foulin out
Throw the game and a roundhouse then I’m out

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from Spaghetti Blacc is​.​.​. Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esquire​!​!​!, released April 20, 2018

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