"My Words Are Natural Disasters/
Dirty Rose Get In Ya Ass, Like A Gay Boy, Only Faster/
Poof, n*gga, i'll combust ya ass, like paper/
Bust ya eyes like I'm in the purple and gold...a Laker/
Like I said before this game is like candy, and I got a sweet tooth, ya know?/
Windy words blow harder, tear your skin off, and freeze it...like snow/
I'm the truth, literally and mentally, I only speak in scribes/
I talk verbal typhoons, f*cked up phrases, yep, them Dirty Diatribes/
I am an oxymoron, I am too hot, but talk so cold/
I got a stone poker face, prepare to fold/
I'm too hard, super stiff like too much Viagra/
I told you, I am, my words, their own natural disasters/"
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