| Fuck that!
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| Who run shit, watch these drums hit
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| You dove head first into some old dumb shit
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| Here’s a can of ass whip, for you to come get
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| Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
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| Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don’t fuck with Bugz bitch
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| I’ll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
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| Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
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| Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
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| I hate your damn sound, don’t like it one bit
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| You can make a double album, won’t have one hit
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| Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
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| And there’s not a damn one that I can’t out wit
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| I admit, that my style is unfit
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| For mamma’s baby boy because I’m on some dumb shit
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| Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
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| You pull the alarm switch, I’ll stab you in your armpit
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| Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
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| This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
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| Don’t risk it, you’ll get your shit split
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| Now keep your distance, and keep existence
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| I’m the persistent when it comes to bench shit
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| I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
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| I’m relentless to deny you’re senseless
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| Yo bitch, pay my bill that’s where the hell your rent went
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| Fuck that! |