.Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's wack
As a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now
Mellow minced, defeatin the mental
And become Gentle as Ben, but then they stibble and dribble
And bend like a pencil
The only utensil I got, is brain power>An.
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