[Intro]
Yeah, one two
It’s Masta Ace, Punchline, Chords (yea)
Uhu, uhu, yeah
Check it

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
My plan and intention, be the man of invention
And spit shit and make ya’ll stand at attention
If I can I’m lynchin’...every cat in the game
Whether he’s lackin’ the fame or got a platinum name
See I’m cool like a fridge when I’m under pressure
Lotta rappers on ice but none are fresher
I don’t see why you wanna step inside the ring
That’s worse than Eddie Murphy when he try to sing
So you ain’t got no chance in a victory lap
I don’t feel that shit you tryin’ to kick to me cat
So you keep on rappin’ about them furs and minks
I heard your little single every version stinks
The remix, the accapella, the instrumental
It’s so sad that I’m ‘bout to get sentimental
I’mma shit in your toilet, leave your ass a floater
'Cause my song still bubble like a glass of soda

[Chorus 2x]
We won, it’s on, shit come on
It’s a sick song, spit bombs, get you awn, uh
Masta Ace, Punchline special guest
C, H-O, R-D-S
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