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[Verse 3: Qwel]
Hello kitties, Qwel's flows' witty sh**ty
Got the city open to boast comatose flows
f**er, try rhyming right
You ain't half as tight as the last sacrifice-
Cats fight with Lazarus to bring this mic back to life
I'll just pound a Downtown Brown
My stereotypes surround sound
Do I have to try to drown you
Choke unquote overdoses
No one told this kid I know I'm dope
Motherf**er, I was there when I wrote this
With a cold fist grin, I win
Next fake fresh bait to make an example of
Mic checkmate
f** winning within the in crowd
Crowd im insane
Rapping from Hell's cellar
Deafer than Helen what's what's her name
f** the fame say no better
Hectic mic fetishes
I'm the motherf**ing king like Oedipus
Sedatives for pathetic rhetoric
Leaves ya nauseous
Hecklers, bring your djs and die of natural causes