Paper Plate

You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton

And smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm batting

Got a few hooks with no jabs

Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads

I get it, you got rich robbing those in the industry

Bite off this one, steal from your enemy

Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp

He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp

Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ

Only missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-through

Stop sipping on that Formula 50

They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy

Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it

Especially these over-rated raps, step to fetch it

I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle

Woodwork strips being chipped from sharp chizzles

One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit

No matter what, you still 'window shop' for lyrics

If you was a 'pimp', put tricks on the stroll

And if those were 'soldiers', give 'em bigger guns to hold

Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster

You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster

That 'yayo' you slinging, please abort it

Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it

I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get

Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify

Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets

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