I’m the cat JC, from the dirrty dirrty South// Lend me your ears and listen as I run my mouth// I be like Jordan, takin’ you to school// You be like Ludacris, boy, act a fool!// Shit I’m dangerous, you’ll need to scout me out// I’ll make you look short and stout, no time to pout// I got sick handles once I get the leather; You'd be so crossed, shakin' your tailfeather// Watch carefully boy as I start to dribble// I’ll just drive by you or hit a triple// I got madd skills and deadly crossovers// You’ll keep shakin’ ya head and your fuckin’ shoulders!// I be the master pick-pocket and that’s fo’ real// That’s why I’m the all-time leader in steals// Better stay on top when I slash straght to the goal// Fans’ll be screamin’ at you, “Asshole! Asshole!â€// I told you before, I can ball like Kobe// Think yo’ game’s more hot, cmon’ nigga show me// I be like Triple H, I be the Game// I’ll mess you up so bad, you’ll remember my name!// Wanna piece of my game and get disgraced of all sorts; You know I'll win once I get off the court// You'd be busy countin' points from the shots I made; They'd even compare me to Miami's D-Wade// Gimme the rock and I'll shake and bake; With a deadly crossover that'll make ur ankles break// Don't even bother to practice yo game's weak fuck it// If you aint down with that, I'm quoting DX "Suck It"// They say I’m a comedian, I can give you the tickles// my antics are off-the-hook, be leavin’ you with giggles// I can make you laugh, that’s what I know// I’ll keep crackin you up boy that’s fo’ sho’// My tongue’s gettin’ twisted, I’m just wastin’ my time// I’ve got nothin’ more to say, shit, enough of the rhymes!// I'll be brushin' my shoulders and poppin' my collar; Your boy's outta rhymes, I'm out, just holla...
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