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Aint nothin sweet bout shooters when it come to guns
so fuck around you get popped like bubble-gum
I don't rumble son, I aint a wrestler in fact...
Made a way for that paper, with razor blades and a 8ther
Whip flick brickin that base up, This dick gits licked when I wake up
...Lemme tune you to the kind of battle rapper
Who's nasty as an ass so I don't have to saddleback her
The kind of man to pack a gat you had...
I just bought a mic for myself finally, so I'm down. At the least I want to be in a text battle since the last tourney never finished!
I many times roll up the deez
Out on the block dawg, I was grown up at 3
Tryna get knocked off pieces of the pie
Thinkin bout reachin to the sky,...
Old school flow, run deez MC's
I'm the bomb like Osama you TNT
I see the end, your T.O.D.
It'll be the same minute bitch lands in the D.O.C....
Because it seems like my voice is easily ignored for some reason... There's no greater feeling for me than coming from being ignored, to having...
Cool beat man, I wrote you a little something real quick:
Lowered eyes, superhigh, I can rap
Where am I, in the sky, thinking back...
Your style's whacker than a mole
Chicks call you Tiger Woods by how quick you fill the hole
Yo, If this the tree of life I'm Cheech
"2 big ass gold chains that make 2Chainz get nauseous"
How deep does the rabbit-hole go?
6-feet, I help you meet it with some calico chromes
Got each loaded in my hand like Yosemite Sam
Blam, I hitcha...
I go live like my x-box, you kept in a pet shop
Cause rats get to talkin when the feds knock
I Beam em with red dots, detest cops
head shots, got...
I do more mutters/mothers than a Rocky vow
And Plus my circle stars, but nobody knocked me out
If Paquiao was frozen up against mayweather
I bet a-hundred-one dogs will make son stress
With guns, dressed to kill put the steel to your youngest
I hold money, the cologne of success...
I need a girl with an ass so vicious
Humps unreal, call her miss ficticious
Yo pick a place girl we can stay there
Your man playin' games, tell...
You don't really want to go pen to pad with me
Cause last time I took a shit it landed on the galaxy
Throw a band, make her dance we call that...
I used to go to school, now I'm getting brained daily
From bad bitches like Pamela and this dame Hailey
Understand I'm not your man I'm in my own...
Sobe and Nobu in croquet boat shoes
True I flow natural as whole grain tofu
Godfather rap suckas can't say no to
I may bring an eagle to regal...
Just young and confused with nothin to lose
And been a criminal, why I'm gon' fuss in the blues?
I hustle to move, shots pop pus in ya wound
Come knock at your crib, when rockin a sig
And send shots popped back at the top your wig
You ain't a writer, dude ain't even real with his kids...