Tom Thum

I got a big head and a fat ego
 I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow
 My pistol is old school class, I'm peeling your ass fast
 Yo, I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it
 I'm vocally vicious
 Naming the best ever, I'm supposed to be listed
 Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid
 And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it
 The fans follow me like disciples, I'm Charlton Heston
 Not the Moses version, I'm the gun toting version with the rifles
 Don't let them crabs gash you
 When I'm jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket
 And patching your ass and using a machete to smash you
 I'll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, get the flame up
 Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana
 All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried
 Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry
 Sick of the similar imitating
 I did it already to pitifully paint 'em
 The bigger the better, debate 'em
 You biting what I'm spitting, you already verbatim
 I don't need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, fuck lungs
 I'm like a superhero out of the toilet of the slums
 Come on
 Every verse like a firearm
 Blasting ya
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 I'm the greatest!
 You ain't shit
 Compared to me.
 Shacking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress
 Shocking next to the bed and the wad of cash under the mattress
 As a kid I wasn't into theatrics
 After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics
 My flow natural, you artificial, beefed up Barry Bonds at BALCO
 Dope or dog food? I spit heroin, your rhymes are alpo
 I ain't into the tight jeans
 I'm into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes
 The mainstream pussies ever give me props? No, nada
 That's like the Fox News giving props to Obama
 Wait, I teach the children and the world the word hate
 I eat pussy 'til every dyke on the Earth turn straight
 I'm disturbing with the grammar
 I'm more disturbing than bombing the baptist church of Birmingham, Alabama
 I've been repping
 I'll put a hit on any paper that my pen blessing
 I'm nice with the hands, each fist is a registered weapon
 I'll leave you forever rested
 I don't care if you're beefed up on steroids or what you bench pressing
 I'm at the Best Western and tossing your girl salad with some French dressing
 Hit you with a batter of hatchets in the back of a ratchet
 My flow, ain't a rapper that match it
 Too much lyricism too digest, I do it on purpose
 Two of my bars is more lyrical than two of your verses
 Come on
 Every verse like a firearm
 Blasting ya
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 I'm the greatest!
 You ain't shit
 Compared to me.
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 I tour the world
 You're at home with your momma
 I get ass
 Every night you get no ass
 Suck my balls, and choke on my dick you bitch
 You ain't shit
 Compared to me.