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Copy and Ok, we stay beating hoes |
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In broad daylight whooping the living daylights outta broads; rain sleet or snow |
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Craziest flow, pay me a G |
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Rock so long promoters gone have to pay me to leave |
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I aim and I squeeze, got you favorite emcees' brains on my sleeves |
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Starting forest fires, blazing the trees |
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Critically acclaimed, clinically insane |
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And if you ain't see how I spit it then I must've did it in the rain |
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How rookies want respect? Best decline in fear |
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You got pussy on your neck wet behind the ears |
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Locked in at your top ten's vital |
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Hock phlegm like I'm auditioning for Rakim's title |
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Too evil to quit, who's more evil and sick? |
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Coming at you like I sneezed through my dick |
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Holler bitch lane merging |
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I'm like a med. school scholarship |
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For free I'll change a lame virgin to a brain surgeon |
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New hoes lay for two whole days |
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Fuck chicks with Eaze, you'd think I'd have full blown A. I. D. S. |
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Matter fact, sickest emcee to tear the mic since Eric Wright |
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You guest appearing? Bring fire cause I ain't sharing light |
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Arrogant with mics, terrorist in flight |
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Flying where you live, this guy write paragraphs in Arabic tonight |
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Preparing dick for dikes, you guessed it |
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I'll show your crew true essence on June 7th you peasants |
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[Verse Two] |
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Any crew you with is full of shit till the bullets hit when the oozie spit |
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I write more lines than the late John Belushi sniffed |
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Screw who you get, try your luck |
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But I'm not in the mile high club so I don't give a flying fuck |
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Puffing herb in this three inch Dutch |
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Laying it down for the streets like construction workers with cement trucks |
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Haters scanning on radars planning to raid our land and |
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Evade all hands with the A. R. cannon'll spray, I'm scamming |
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Like, fuck you think you doing to me? |
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Ruining me? Junior you were humoring me |
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Crying how I repeat too many lines in rhymes |
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That only means that you peep too many rhymes of mine |
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And the lines are mine so eat a dick; I ain't at your nine to five |
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Telling you how to super size the fries |
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So here's three words, eat shit and die |
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Keep spitting lies, I'ma keep getting high |
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Doing shows, screwing hoes on their back |
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Shoot a load like I squeezed rounds at the Laundromat |
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Obnoxious hot shit even during sound check we rock shit |
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Y'all couldn't open up for us if y'all were locksmiths |
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And I dare y'all say battling's dead |
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That's what the last cat that I massacred said |
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So I keep a glock close, quick to pull it when a cop's close |
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That's foolish, that's like wasting bullets on a cockroach |
