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Homie, we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive F**kin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside F**k Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin' I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body And put some white chalk around it