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yo dreadlocker had best think proper b4 i give another one of my lil homies a job as a mopper/
I am the weather man and i see you on my doppler, storm's a coming but dont cry on my shoulder/
heat holder extroardinare ill throw your baby up and bust shots in the air/
i have less than a care, for these silly queers, who think they can battle but just take it bare/
back on the ground flat is where i put em, if they move or squirm nothin for it but to shoot em/
grown stoned men browsing the internet, instead of doing like me a young buck gettin ends/
i stopped movin z's and moved onto p's, mind your q's cross your t's/
faith in the lord is the last thing you need, but best believe this slug'll find u , godspeed/
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