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Hey hey hey, son, I like your style, but yo, I'm gettin' all up in yo grill for a while, I know you like me but on a different path, but it ain't against your alignment to go take a bath, yo, you stank with the funk of 40,000 years, survive my lyrical onslaught and I'll owe you a beer, MC Justice is here, have no fear but get nervous, my steamin'-hot rhymes come with full fuckin' service, but the shit ain't free, son, you'll pay the fee, fully. Let's ring you up, dawg, and come on, be quick, one Justice-size order of How To Kick-- yo, evil ass, that is, hey, toss ya boy the dice and you'll see I'm a whiz, got a +10 modifier in Clownin' on Evil Asses, I'll blast you, so fast, you won't know, how to cope, so just go, and have a seat while I unleash my flow.
Yo, Phylactery, you think I forgot? All in good time, kid, you know that I'm hot, see, I'm hung like an elephant and we don't forget, so sit next to your homeboy and prepare to get stepped, on. Hell, son? Man, I ain't scared of that. I got more annoying niggas in my party, a Gnome Bard, in fact, so quit tryna step up, go on and fill another cup of Haterade before you get right back on my nuts, hey, you kids are still tryna waste my time, I got half a mind, to leave you with my rogue, you know they do it from behind. That's how you two like it, I heard, now concoct some more rhymes-- Justice. Word.