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Ah  how many brothers been charged? 
Go through wires and set fires in my garage 
Sabotage  I'm coming to you fools in camafloughe 
Gods must be crazy  stole yo' style from the eighties 
Lookin' at that show lady  why she look like Brady? 
Shady business  wanna stop and look at my profile 
People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl 
Styles  skills  I get ill everytime I rhyme 
Quantum leaps stole my jeep  gonna catch that fool in time 
'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim 
Fame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say die 
Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip 
Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot 
So pow, look at this brother with stilts 
Thinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter 
What the? holy cow 
A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees 
The day that I became an MC 

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I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat it 
I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated 
Mis-treated MC's like it was the eighties 
My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady 
Maybe, maybe not 
Maybe you should check that 
Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette 
On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt 
Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church 
Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth 
Losing your title in a rap recitle? 
I've been vital since my birth 
MC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-rated 
And if you laughed it, you ran 
But when I blast it, you lucky you made it 
I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB 
You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman 
'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super 
I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper 
And ain't no to be continuied 
When I get in you get looser 
Hope that you get used to losing 
So shut up and start thinking 
Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords 
And you hear me swingin' 

[Chorus] 

Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run away 
See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway 
But anyway, we can do this all today 
'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye 
Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs" 
Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down 
You come to battle you get beat like drums 
And I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from 
And I don't care if you don't like me now 
You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one 
AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim 
Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman 

Super, Superman 
You know they call me Superman 

[Chorus]

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