| Ain’t nothin worse than a wack mc Unfortunately that’s all that surrounds me So I come to crush the un — stable structure
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| It’s the return of the dopest Brooklyn motherfucker
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| To ever, ignite the mic, get it right
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| Mad respect, pimps grap your hoes
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| Punks grab your checks
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| What’s next, pure nonsense and the style ya flex
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| And your so bloody pussy, you need a co-tex
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| Latex cause they’re drippin vaginal juices
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| So many so called gangsta niggas and their booty producers
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| Now watch the act that’s vanishin
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| Gold and platinum, but who gets the publishin
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| Not to rub it in, drop it in your box, now your dubbin
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| My company fucked up my projects momentum
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| But I’m still winnin
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| Cause I’m a winner
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| Came to the table with snakes they had snakes on they’re plates
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| Plus niggas on they’re plates, they put figures on my plate
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| I took the loot unscathed
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| Cause I couldn’t dine wit em See 17, age 19 (?)
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| On a podium, at this time you are rewindin
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| And like solar and lunar, you’re clockin
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| It’s to perverted
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| It’s too perverted, you heard it So deep, that it becomes fossilized
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| Too many times I find my style between mcs inside
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| (?), but they swallow their tongues like seisures
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| I pierce flesh and strike nerves like acupuncture
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| Or acupressure, feel the wrath of my mathematics
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| Kinetics, you need a local anesthetic
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| Cause your system has acquired an imune deficiency
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| Overwhelmed by my telepathy, no sympathy
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| Cursed (?) but graceful like caligraphy
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| And (?) like (?) was not to mc Life givin, yet I’m still deadly
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| And before you step to me Remember it’s too perverted
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| It’s too perverted
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| It’s too perverted, you heard it Master rhymin so I’m steadily climbin
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| I rip through mics like when my dick strikes the hymen
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| Total controller, some claim to be bolder
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| But they rotate around the lunar
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| I keep it solar, polar
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| Who vibrates and radiates
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| Thunder, lightning, earthquakes from north to south
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| East to west test the best get sprayed
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| Drop jewels, burn papes, till my ride escapes
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| Akward flow to some it’s even unorthox
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| Bone crushin, life threatnin like the jaws of a crocodile
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| Your hunny wishes to stay a while
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| And I told her she could stay
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| Am I foul or just to perverted |