people think i got small pox in my ink pen/
cuz I make the hate disappear like the Incans/
and mayans, cuz I am/
spittin' like I only eat the cayenne/
jalepenio peppers, holler if you better/
quew the cricket noises, no one gonna step up/
they don't wana mess up, cuz they understand/
that banding against me, is standing against he/
who cause hurt without mercy, with the armies of xerces/
and king Leonidis both serving behind him, united, in my quest/
to find a true contest to make me earn my conquest.
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