| Dudes say they got a song and want me to get on it
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| But never leave enough room for me to spit on it
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| Probably terrified I’ll take a huge shit on it
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| Fuck the beat like a bitch then wipe my dick on it
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| They put they fam' on it cause I go H.A.M. |
| on it
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| Been nice since Cosmo D did Jam On It
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| Heavy metal fans paint a pentagram on it
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| Cause I’m so psychotic it study my bioptic
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| It’s (One) for the money
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| (Two) For the whole scene
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| (Three) for the flow to make my veins glow green
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| Superhero rapper with an M-16
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| You only 16 biting Eminem’s 16's
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| I’m pristine, spit clean like Swisher with Listerine
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| Listen to my syllables, invincible it seems
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| I’m invisible, a dream, a literal Nepheline
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| No one F with my team cause my breath turn to steam
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| From the depth of machines that power my lungs
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| I eat moons when I’m not devouring suns
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| Y’all are cowards and bums
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| Get overpowered and run
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| Got your whore on the floor getting showered with cum
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| Or covered with cow dung
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| You’re wondering how come?
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| Cause bitches is bullshit when they letting they mouth run
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| So what’s the outcome?
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| Shit you tell me
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| I’m at the crib, holla back, sincerely A. P
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| All I do is 1−2, microphone check
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| Show up to the show to spaz and catch wreck
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| Cut a check motherfucker cut a check
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| Cut a check motherfucker cut a check
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| Ayo my sophomore teacher would meet me behind the bleachers
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| Triple X movie with full special features
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| To each his own, don’t judge us secret lovers
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| Busted in the rubber, too young for baby mothers
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| Swagging in an old Volkswagen
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| Puff blunts like dragons
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| Varsity jackets, we had to have 'em
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| Bag 'em all up like groceries and bring 'em back to the pad
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| Where my room sports mad trophies
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| Suaved out, so you know the hoes approached me
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| My game too tight, the coaches can’t even coach me
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| High school phenom' I put my whole team on
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| All the beat geeky ass chicks need to dream on
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| Homecoming king, do my thing with the queen bitch
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| Never did homework but still made the Dean’s List
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| I deem this way too rare for the common
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| You a nobody, should’ve left you in the condom
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| I fly past these helium filled rappers
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| Gassed up by all them yes men and actors
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| The fact is we appeal more to the masses
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| Ashes to ashes there’s no late passes
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| Cut a check I shouldn’t have to say much
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| To get it jumping like it’s 32 sluts playing double dutch
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| Inside of a V where the engine is dead as fuck
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| And they bungying off a cliff but not before licking my nuts
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| Hold up
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| My rival, is homicidal
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| I don’t understand who idolizing all the things that I do
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| I do not condone all your fuckery
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| So to them ass kissing rappers fix they lip before they pucker please
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| Now eat a dick off of some china white with some cutlery
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| I’m olly oxen, lolly popping niggas, bitch I’m sucker free
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| Middle fingers up in the air like an apostrophe
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| Ap' told get in my bag, it’s a colostomy
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| Shitting all over you niggas it a colonoscopy
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| You damn right, just a regular asshole
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| We do not compare to shooting threes to a layup
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| There’s no hoes to a player, you niggas is Princess Leia
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| I’m Luke strapped with a bomb
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| At best you luke warm
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| I’m nuke missiles engaged to blaze and fully armed
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| Cause I blow up when I show up
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| I could throw up on your raps
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| And it still be the same, y’all regurgitating fags |