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Your style is generic Mine's authentic made I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid My techniques bizarre and ill I scar and kill You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya You better recognize me Like I look familiar You wanna battle You beat around the bush like you scared to lick pussy So you eat around the tush I need a clown to push Someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully Me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school You're a buster without the rhymes, I'll crush the shit out ya lines Now I'm Da Sheki Smokin' da leaky leaky Ten freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki - Girl, when you see me - You better believe me This ain't a game And pimpin' ain't easy Anything goes when it come to ho's I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows You better ask someone if you don't know - When you see me girl say - What up, doe Chin Tiki girls Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls - Oh, shit. Look, man. - [Chattering Stops]