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Verse 1: 
Check it  I catch more heat than a histitic jew 
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review 
Your individuality is missing like Adam Walsh 
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross 
Too far gone inside my art form 
Worshipping the ground that I walk on  that's cool 
But while you're being me who's being you? 
I'm hot like Patra  Doggystyle on all fours 
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures 
Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area 
You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America 
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes 
Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones 
Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more) 
Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure) 
Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix 
Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix 
Me and rap go way back like LL's hairline 
Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes 
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home 
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb 
When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never) 
I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth 
Some more outtakes over B.Rich roughbreaks 
I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates 
So life every voice and sing 
Cause I don't need no partner to swing 
Hook: 
They don't know 
They don't need a partner to swing (X6) 
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba 
Verse 2: 
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge 
Warning your friends, Chino X could make the corrinor cringe 
Urinating in the audience when I perform 
Biting the heads of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne 
I got multiple personalities so be afraid 
The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the Kool-Aid 
You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like 
Kid'N'Play 
Cause You Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody 
You better fear will I knife or stick in you 
Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you 
Chin-wa! Bringin' new styles that MC's couldn't start 
While the walls be closin' in on them like fat around Dr. J's heart 
To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take lives 
Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide 
When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin' 
People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin 
I was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester 
Throwin' out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester 
Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch 
Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch 
Now like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS 
You better run from that nigga Chino X 
And if you score well then perform, MC's with hesitence 
Remember you can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes 
You're man is holding you up don't front like everything is dandy 
Peace to 5 foot 6 now I'm out like John Candy 
Hook (x4) 
verse 3: 
So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get near me 
But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like Dennis Leary 
Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi 
You couldn't get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body 
My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness 
I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like Moses 
If I found a new crew with same circumstances 
Catch the L and they'll be assed out like Prince's pants 
I'm back on track without another nigga urfin' me 
Peace to Ragman, now I'm out like Freddy Mercury 
So lift every voice and sing 
Cause I don't need no partner to swing 
Hook (x3)

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