You ain't Alex Tribec and this ain't Jeopardy
So don't ever fucking question my expertise
I wrap my hands around the mics neck and squeeze, it'll never breathe
Named my sword Will Smith, the blades edge will give you six degrees
Of separation, put your body parts on a stake and build an effigy
I'm a belligerent, hedonistic sex fiend..
Who never asks bitches nicely to "undress please"
Tearing clothes off these bitches like they wearing Luka's jersey
Every time i chef up some bars they're hot think I'm cooking Curry
I could go on forever man but what's the hurry?
I am immortal, the wear of age could never hurt me
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