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Rhymes:] Shallah, I got 'em Heat-seeking spit, don't even try to hide, nigga Sizzle through skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, violation's a I am the health hazard, skull & bone, logo Unleash the dragon, massacre the I'm spitting, a hole through the speaker, And start melting the up Somebody call the fire department And I'm a believer, Ya'll know I ain't the one to start with Cause once the fuse is lit and we a match and the spark smell My fangs bleed and we nam up like ox tail Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know the truth is please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this Cause once I finish dudes, it's for them yappers Throw them in the trash, ain't no recycling bin for rappers I microphone control, it's the dominant factor The records bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone