I hit on the chicks, like all the summer flicks,
I break you suckah's backs, when it comes to macks,
Rhymin ain't a crime, 'les you got rhymes like mine,
cause people stoppin dead in their tracks, with heart attacks,
when they witness the flowin fluttah of my rap rhymin buttah,
so all you othah creeps just can't compete,
I'll make it short N sweet,
don't you see? I'm one of the elite.

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