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477 words in 83 seconds, 5,77 words per second!
Lyrics:
Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see
If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me
In the seats spilled or she eat ‘em all with a breakfast drink
In the habit of grabbing a mic and babbling, I dabble in Vic's
But I might just swallow my fucking Ritalin tablet after tonight
I’m grabbing it right from the medicine cabinet
Cause that’s what it’s like and attackin' it like a Dracula bite
Jetpack in a backpack when I write
All this anger pent up inside
I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter
Figured I’d try to set a big enough fire
That’ll trigger the sprinkler system
And I’d escape, but the getaway driver screwed up my limo
Collided with the center divider
I went through the window and ended up being pinned to the side
Of a semi fended beside a friend of the guy’s wife Brenda
The flight attendant from Idaho
That took an antenna in the vagina
‘Cause when I pick up a pen I’m venomous
And I’m as slick as Dennis the Menace
Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister
You’ve been yelling dementedness
I invented this, I’m the genesis
Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist
Fuckin' smart alec degenerate
I got Ellen DeGeneres
Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy
Envious of female independence
Hell with a clitoris, hit or miss
You will never consider this a bitter disappointment
I'll never fail to deliver this
Whatever the weather in this'll be
Just like a certificate of authenticity
That I’m thinkin’ about
Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way to make ‘em picket
I pick a day to be a prick then I’m picking the wickedest shit to say
Spit it back on a level, incredible, head full of Red Bull, unforgettable
Better believe these beats are edible
And I consider loose leaf a vegetable
And I stalk my prey
You think you got away, uh-uh not today
Murder you on a song and then I'll just say
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake
Eatin' lobster, steak, and coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I'm a lot to take, like Kanye
Walking up on the stage for Beyonce
Like it’s my job to say
That you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation
Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape
Ammunition replenish the Punisher
With his gun ensure hundred words
And a clip, in other words motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive
Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the..