| Ricky Rabbit, Vulture V, HY
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| Yeah
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| I’m not your typical breakfast
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| For real, I love the slang, give a fuck about your necklace
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| These ill belly kids love laughing at your checklist
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| I mean eat, shit, sleep and write raps, all I did last week
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| Stuck laughing at you breathless
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| Depressed polar opposites
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| Watch and get your wallet on a chain
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| Sloppy kids shoplift in Washington
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| Double-V, double-R, trouble stay
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| When it’s double-F-A, go head and watch me son
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| Whenever I stop, it’s just stares like a escalator
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| Sick kicks on a mission 40's acid tracks
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| Jack master mix, red label, white letters, black wax
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| Not a cinch, yea
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| I chill in DC from A to Z Streets, forget the J
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| Yeah right, pass it this way
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| Watch it blaze up the nerves in the back of my throat
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| Hard to spit with some shit that I wrote on a cheat
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| Between my lips like this
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| I said «thiff», I didn’t even say «this» |