| Ahh
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| I rap poisonous, I sent him his liver (Here you go)
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| Fill you up with rat poisonous, I’m venomous when I
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| Run up in 'em, put the gun up in 'em, deliver his dinner
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| It was liver and intestines, I’m doo-dooin' on your vest, yeah
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| Sittin' on the records and shittin' on niggas records
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| When I spit, my veins pop out, it’s like my neck hurt (What you doin'?)
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| I’m playin' Monopoly, you niggas playin' checkers
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| Better start rappin' better before I put one in your sweater
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| You don’t wanna get the chokehold
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| You sound like you been swallowin' cum, listen at your vocals
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| I’m sellin' hella records, nigga, you doin' all them broke shows
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| So nobody came, you couldn’t even hire the po-po
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| You local, nigga, I get all around the US
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| I spit that shit that’ll make you have to wear two vests, I’m a cool mess
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| Grr, my verses give you throat cancer 'cause of what I wrote and some
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| I’m Charlie Manson
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| Grr |