| I’m going Rambo, fan dough is moving pretty damn slow
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| The blam blam turned the Trans-am into a Lambo
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| Scram yo, my Soul Calibur is like Namco
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| I dance on track but these niggas is Sambo
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| Get your shit split you nitwit
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| Your pussy is a slick clit
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| When labels dick you they make the shit fit
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| Command this skill invincible like the Man of Steel
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| My killer’s got your gorilla slippin' on banana peels
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| I’m extraordinary, I know your ex, shorty
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| Ex’d you with the head, but the sex ordinary
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| Check the technician, neck glisten
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| I’m on to catch wreck mission
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| To rock, you shocked like the electrician
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| My gift’s top edition with swift composition
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| I debted competitor until they stiff competition
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| My level, something you peep from a height to view
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| When I spit fire from the grill like I’m lighter fluid
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| I’m just the best at it, chronically cess addict
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| My ironic lead got me movin' at bionic speed
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| I write the kilo rhymes rough as gorilla palms
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| In iller times with more slang than dope dealer’s dime
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| My chick’s a dickey, I tell a micky no peeky
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| Before a quicky, I slip it in like a micky |