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I throw salt on rappers that are covered in ice, so I can walk on 'em, with my Chucks or my Nikes, I stay fresher than Tupperware, emcees are unprepared, runnin' scared, just some slime buckets like Double Dare, you're Nickelodeon rap, like Romeo and his dad, you're not even deserving of the opening act, and this white's 'bout to blow like coke in a bag, and that's blow meanin' up, not blow meanin' bad, my tongue's like a gun, put a hole in your back, like a porpoise, fans clap like seals, but they'll be corpses, when my rap's revealed, like the Ark of the Covenant, I do it for the art and I'm lovin' it, but this ain't Raiders Of The Lost Ark, it's more like Al Quaida when the bombs spark, that means I drop bombs on stage, but you're mundane and lame, you just bomb on stage, you're like the reason that Saddam got hanged, you gas people on the mic, you fake, I give 'em the gas face like 3rd Base, because they're virgins to hip hop, man, they'll never make it past third base, rappers stay flowin' in the streets like Venice, but too many overbite, they should see a dentist, makin' music for the club, you're not even on the guest list, but Jensen's got you headin' for the exits, when Chris leaves the competition breathless, and ends this like credits, I'm better than the best is, so get ready for that next shit, and check this on my set list, spit it like a grandmaster so you get the message, so called professors, learn your lessons, I'm not a serial killer, I just eat rappers for breakfast, and ambush 'em like elections in Texas