This is a song about "Rappers delight"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Hip hop isnt a blight on society, it is its fucking delight

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Know just what your worth

I shoot seeds at rappers

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

Talking of the gods you serve

I'mma rap to you real quick. i wanna enjoy the luxury of like

The antichrist, on any night i video tape the rape of anne's delight

I write rhymes so tight brings everyone delight

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

I make a way for my people to see the light

I'm the buster of rappers.

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