Don't step into my zone or even periphery
Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery
The way you act a fool son you can't erase
And you're running on your way like a steeple chase
You tried to take my title now put it back in place
But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
Stealing my style from my trophy case
But my drive's secure like on an army base
You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
But you ain't never gonna catch me
I'm in your crawlspace


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