[Verse: Cambatta]
I'm so guerrilla like Don Cheadle's face
I'm Earl Manigault before he needed base
I own stock in several separate Norwegian banks
Money transcends skin color, I don't need a race
My design was derived from Stan Lee
Unequivocal mind I combine with hand speed
Make a n***a look like he died by stampede
Even with a pair of God's eyes, you can't see
Me mother fucker, I'm critically acclaimed for dicking dames
And having chicks limping with a cane
Your reign on the top was short like Verne Troyer
Short like Allen I., before he turned Hoya
My vocal abilities paranormal activity
You don't see me visually, but you hear, and you feeling me
So like it like a simile, or hate it like a enemy
I got a big face, for every leg on a millipede

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[Verse 2: Cambatta]
Out of this world shit E.T.'s diaper
I prove it in the next B.E.T. cypher
Enough bail money to release three lifers
And I ain't lying/lion, I'm a liger
Every time I lay a hook, I'm feeling like I'm Beowulf
Fucking chicks good enough to make them want to stay and cook
Better not be hot grits, I be on that rock shit
Rougher than a mosh-pit, disgusting like some hok spit
Hypothetically speaking, if I have never been beaten
And my genetics are reaching a levels medically beasting
Colder than the weather when the temperature's freezing
So that word hypothetical is technically treason
I'm a rottweiler mixed with a swamp monster
Mix that with John Conner, shitting on you dot com'mers
I got them sweating like a hot sauna
It's bata-bata, the top dollar
Black guido I pop collars
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