| The return of the rat packer, the gat packer, the backpacker, the king of the
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| craft rapper
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| The 90's flow rap master with the blast master thrown hands at ya
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| The land jacker every letter I anthrax ya
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| Leave you breathing heavy like bad asthma
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| Rock heavy like Pantera or Hendrix with the acid dripping down his bandana
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| National security scan data. |
| Rappers is bitches, and their bitches got their
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| pants on
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| You male rappers need to fix your vaginas and take out your tampon
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| Put each lyrical mind in hearses
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| I personally first degree murder these verses
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| Give every bar I spit a funeral service
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| I’m Keith cowboy on the mic
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| I’m Flash on the cross fader
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| I’m Grand Pu, Wu, Juice Crew, Guru, I’m Rock Raider
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| No relation to the corporation, corporate station
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| This ain’t the 20 wack songs on radio played in rotation
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| Future odder than Earl and Hodgy
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| Bitches been sloppy, groupie titties flopping, I’m like bitch cover that shit
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| up like Benghazi
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| Hypnotists Svengali, man copy, been cocky, think you can top me?
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| Give me a baseball meant to catch the body
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| Don’t care if you spit it Swahili
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| Or punjabi this ain’t making it rain
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| Money or popping molly you ain’t using your pen properly
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| It’s back |