| You know I gotta handle my sponsatility
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| Along with pillaging of the crusade of the rhythm seas
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| A million reas
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| Like ziplock
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| I seal and freeze
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| Better than stealin' keys
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| Or killin' sprees
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| You ain’t worth a hill of beans ratio
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| To the text I toggle and tilt
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| Best taste is bottlin' milk
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| The model of filth
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| Who’s the nastiest?
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| Who would ever ask me this?
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| You better aqueous
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| Before you take half a step
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| Eager like a bachelorette
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| With a lack of respect
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| Like a youth packin a tech
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| The whole attraction is death
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| Plethoras electra to bisto
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| Come to my creep show
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| To logic is lethal
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| I repo ya flow
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| Recucitate
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| Reanimate
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| So now it’s a candidate
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| Most likely to laminate
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| In other words who wanna get served?
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| I’ll hand a plate with a heaping helping
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| You’ll be belchin'
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| No one’s tellin'
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| While you chokin' you’re eye’s are open
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| Acupunture a private pokin'
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| And I ain’t jokin'
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| Why this evenin' I feel like cryin free men
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| Rhyme and reason mixed with violent feelin’s
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| Anything that I could squeeze in to make you descend
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| At a rate that’s sure to agitate
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| Like you bought a bag of shake
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| My mind’s a data place
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| Plus a batter’s box
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| That’ll regulate your whiney boos like I’m Donahue
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| I’m Omney calmly bombing your Brownstone
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| Till the cow’s home
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| Well endowed poems
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| Crash through the embassy
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| Disrupt the assembly
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| Dislocate your whole fake industry
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| Horrendously
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| If you’re brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
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| Wanna pretend that you’re a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
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| Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
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| Weak ass MC wannabe’s (you fake as fuck)
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| If you’re brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
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| Wanna pretend that you’re a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
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| Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
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| Weak ass MC wannabe’s (you fake as fuck)
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| Okay, let’s start
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| Child birth the rhyme and leave stretch marks
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| Etch art with text darts
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| The cardiac arrest arch
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| The next stop is where I shop at the fresh mart
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| Sale of ale and all the bomb you want
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| There’s no counterpart
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| Take my rhyme around the park
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| And piss on you like a hound to bark
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| Down to spark blee’s and all
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| Unbelievable
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| I see through walls
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| With evil galls
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| I feed 'em balls
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| Agent of derangement
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| Entertainment tainted
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| Wit insane
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| It’s flagrant
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| Foul fragile famous cadence
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| You’ll never make it to day break
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| Save face
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| You just a grey space
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| I lay waste
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| Rated with frangrance rancid
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| I can’t miss it
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| Enhanced mits allow me to advance quick
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| With antics you tamper with your trustees
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| I bust these as rapidly as slush freeze
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| You must need parental guidance
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| Your mental’s out of alignment
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| My mind set is the finest
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| The pen let you jack off too often
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| While you sleepin' she contaminate your sperm and offspring
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| I offset any threat to my nature
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| Face you with eight flares and a saber
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| Pave ya till I hit paved dirt
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| While you blaze dirt
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| I flame the greenest bomb
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| Fool, I better never see your palm
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| You peeping tom
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| I’ma need the force of my whole crew to keep me calm
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| I sneak a bomb to your mesa
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| Disgraced ya
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| Waste ya
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| Leave a stain the size of Asia
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| Imperial premier poet
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| My perch could never be usurped
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| For mere syllable serfs
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| Take it for gospel like you hear in in church
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| If you’re brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
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| Wanna pretend that you’re a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
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| Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
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| Weak ass MC wannabe’s (you fake as fuck)
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| If you’re brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
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| Wanna pretend that you’re a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
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| Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
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| Weak ass MC wannabe’s (you fake as fuck) |