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Your best shit ain't better than His worst verse, and CZARFACE a triple threat, He rhyme in third person And he's a cannibal, About to eat his third person You as genuine as "Pony," The karaoke version Now you're 'lone, Don't give a fuck if we connect I'll bet you with a dying phone, I dust brothers like early Beck I'm comfy on my iron throne Word on the street that The god you pray to And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, But I feel you If he tax human, Education against lies Do it in here, you shot the K, Harass you The more Supreme Made his Mona Lisas CZARFACE loyal, stick to my guns Like Batista PTSD 'cause my son writes my features I'm kidding, settle down, But up the bidding I'm wig splitting, I'll chop y Yur head quicker than troop does You're washed up like bedtime kids, You're useless Electric toothbrush, The level your buzz be I do it on my own, You need a clique like Buzzfeed (CZAR) Be up in the house like domestics I wreck shit, then shit on shit that's your best shit (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface) Yo, man, yo, man Oh, yo Ready for action like I was shootin' a movie scene Rebel INS your highness, Star of your groupie dream Fire fighters struggle To put my flames out Murder verse workin' your Head like takin' braids out More smoke than the weed man, Indeed, man Even Doc Strange fascinated With these hands My alma mater from the School of hard knockers Today's special, grilled Medulla oblongata Like Harold Melvin, I'm always with them blue notes Rappers get exposed to the Waves from standin' too close When I spray the gift, The pavement split Such an anomaly, I'm still bein' chased by Agent Smith (Praise God) Still major in this, still dangerous Still get the bills in the mail, Y'all still paperless No need for mollies and Percs 'Cause I'm already gone Peaky blinder on, A born soldier like Freddie Thorne (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface) Yo, man, (CZARFACE) yo, man (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE) (CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff) Son, I walk through the night With a cat-like vision Precision, you get smashed Like a head-on collision Only division starts, enterprise, You built machinery Woo Goo pharmacy, Burnin' that greenery Check the scenery, One point five at the jeweler Slick like Rick, Rick slick like the Bueller Chain is off the cooler, Charm look like a shrunken head X-rayed your cheap ass chain, It came out lead Code red, we settin' off alarms, Verbal bombs First bitch is a floozy, Second's a charm We bear arms, burners like Battlestar Galactica Prison mentality, we do more dirt than (Attica) Rahway, Sing Sing, Auburn, Mohawk Loudmouth niggas get Murdered over a phone call Still gettin' our burgundy and gray on We colorful like that box of 64 crayons CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE It's a small island CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE He's here somewhere CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff He could be anywhere on the island or in the island But I'm going to find him What happened? He slapped me in the face