[Intro]
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[Verse 1]

Yes I did it, won't admit it
Its my critique so fuck the critics
Double big, like double digits
Double D’s that's quite delicious
Love being high, ain't avoid space travel
Look inside my lunchbox, find a poison laced apple
Take one bite and I feel alright
Then I vomit in the toilet staying up all night
I’ll fight any MC who's down to battle
Turn your eyes, by surprise, hit you like a tackle
Imitate how they act and man I fucking hate that
I run circles 'round your ass like a race track
You take that but to me it don't matter see
My mouth runs till its dry like a battery
Had to be cursed, but it is just my plan
Beating me worse than an illiterate blind man