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Your best shit ain't better than
 His worst verse, and
 CZARFACE a triple threat,
 He rhyme in third person
 And he's a cannibal,
 About to eat his third person
 You as genuine as "Pony,"
 The karaoke version
 Now you're 'lone,
 Don't give a fuck if we connect
 I'll bet you with a dying phone,
 I dust brothers like early Beck
 I'm comfy on my iron throne
 Word on the street that
 The god you pray to
 And kneel to's an Esoteric clone,
 But I feel you
 If he tax human,
 Education against lies
 Do it in here, you shot the K,
 Harass you
 The more Supreme
 Made his Mona Lisas
 CZARFACE loyal, stick to my guns
 Like Batista
 PTSD 'cause my son writes my features
 I'm kidding, settle down,
 But up the bidding
 I'm wig splitting, I'll chop y
 Yur head quicker than troop does
 You're washed up like bedtime kids,
 You're useless
 Electric toothbrush,
 The level your buzz be
 I do it on my own,
 You need a clique like Buzzfeed (CZAR)
 Be up in the house like domestics
 I wreck shit, then shit on shit that's your best shit
 (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface)
 Yo, man, yo, man
 Oh, yo
 Ready for action like
 I was shootin' a movie scene
 Rebel INS your highness,
 Star of your groupie dream
 Fire fighters struggle
 To put my flames out
 Murder verse workin' your
 Head like takin' braids out
 More smoke than the weed man,
 Indeed, man
 Even Doc Strange fascinated
 With these hands
 My alma mater from the
 School of hard knockers
 Today's special, grilled
 Medulla oblongata
 Like Harold Melvin,
 I'm always with them blue notes
 Rappers get exposed to the
 Waves from standin' too close
 When I spray the gift,
 The pavement split
 Such an anomaly,
 I'm still bein' chased by Agent Smith (Praise God)
 Still major in this, still dangerous
 Still get the bills in the mail,
 Y'all still paperless
 No need for mollies and Percs
 'Cause I'm already gone
 Peaky blinder on,
 A born soldier like Freddie Thorne
 (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface)
 Yo, man, (CZARFACE) yo, man
 (CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE)
 (CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff)
 Son, I walk through the night
 With a cat-like vision
 Precision, you get smashed
 Like a head-on collision
 Only division starts, enterprise,
 You built machinery
 Woo Goo pharmacy,
 Burnin' that greenery
 Check the scenery,
 One point five at the jeweler
 Slick like Rick, Rick slick like the Bueller
 Chain is off the cooler,
 Charm look like a shrunken head
 X-rayed your cheap ass chain,
 It came out lead
 Code red, we settin' off alarms,
 Verbal bombs
 First bitch is a floozy,
 Second's a charm
 We bear arms, burners like Battlestar Galactica
 Prison mentality, we do more dirt than (Attica)
 Rahway, Sing Sing, Auburn, Mohawk
 Loudmouth niggas get
 Murdered over a phone call
 Still gettin' our burgundy and gray on
 We colorful like that box of 64 crayons
 CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
 It's a small island
 CZARFACE, Ghostface, CZARFACE
 He's here somewhere
 CZARFACE has got the powers and stuff
 He could be anywhere on the island or in the island
 But I'm going to find him
 What happened? He slapped me in the face