Since breast-feeding, my flesh-eating flows had the best leading rappers' chests beating, fast
best dash, leave and lit your head, when I spit it's said like you're being hit with lead
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I click-clack, spit fast shit at your six-pack make your ribs crack and cave in (yeah)
This is Percee P, every verse with me's like Murder in the First Degree, disperse and flee!