| Yeah, it’s been a minute man
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| Scoot, 2Sharp, RobinBanks, GYee, VI Seconds
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| Yeah
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| Amnesia couldn’t make you forget about us
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| Wreck the towers, best around us
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| Bitch how could you ever doubt us?
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| Got my flow on surf and you next to drown bitch
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| You looking like a stunfisk you just a flounder
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| Got ya girl puffs out and I’m next to pound her
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| Hidden Power, Fire Spin set around us
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| Your minds gone and it’s best you found it
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| My team’s a threat, and you looking stressed about it
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| Hurt you, I murk you, I go in like curfew
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| My ribbons alert you, my M’s looking purple
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| They master, I catch ya, I’m faster
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| I turn you to Ghost types like Casper, Absol a disaster
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| I Drizzle confetti, my style is deadly
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| This Amulet Coin got my pockets all heavy
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| You know you ain’t ready
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| These battles get messy
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| The only Pokes used are these Honedge machetes
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| And there ain’t no solution
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| All you niggas NU, straight useless
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| Team trash boy I got all the blueprints
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| Double Slap hit you up twice then it’s deuces
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| And you ain’t gon' do shit, true shit
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| Challenge me and my team that’s foolish
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| I’m a Pokemon master you a student
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| Everyday is Pay Day go on keep your two cents (We do this)
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| Who you playing with, bitch not with us
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| Got artillery on my octopus
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| We catch em all you ain’t doing shit
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| So like a Charizard you can’t rock with us
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| We killers boy when that wind blows
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| You can tell cause it be so Ominous
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| That top spot like the Ice Path
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| And we sliding in there like hockey pucks
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| Okay now Pokedollas I flip those
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| Dick be swinging like Hypno
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| Quiet nature I tiptoe
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| Leave your ass with a slit throat
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| Now watch how I break it down
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| Diggersby shake the ground
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| Might catch me playing rough
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| Won’t see me play around
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| Wait till Gen seven comes out
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| Im’a end up right back in that dojo
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| You haters don’t make a sound
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| I’m a Mega Bro, Sticky Web you slow
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| Only smart nigga with a dumb ass flow
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| I was made for this, ya bitch Luvdisc
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| Put you niggas in the dirt like Stunfisk
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| Make you go night night Dark Void
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| You rarely used, Blastoise
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| I’m at the Game Corner stay winnin'
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| Coin Case full, so I stay spendin' (Ha)
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| Rollout, nigga getting better with time
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| Sludge Wave flow, what’s poppin' slime?
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| I’m sick, Cubchoo, lemme wipe my nose
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| Smacking niggas down and Earthquake the flow
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| I’m unpredictable and you typical
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| I ain’t Missingno but I’ll glitch you bro
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| You Self Destruct, I eat it up
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| Then I turn around Dark type beat it up
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| Scoot is the truth so it’s no need to doubt
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| I stay killing teams with the squad, get em out
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| Blasting them niggas of course I’ma win
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| Blown away, who are you again?
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| I don’t even know shit fuck it, gone
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| But how the hell you bad at Pokemon
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| You niggas are filth, Garbador at the game
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| Lemme get cleansed, Politoad make it rain
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| Swift Swim, I go first
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| With a Life Orb, you gon get murked
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| Crow fly, swag on fleek
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| Can’t see me Shadow Sneak
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| I told you niggas I’m like TTar
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| Pursuit got you flipped like Malamar
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| Topsy Turvy, I did you dirty
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| I’m the king motherfucker Pokemon 230
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| I’m Unknown with Hidden Power
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| It’s my time to shine like a green Dialga
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| Put me on any track and I will devour
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| Like Thunderbolts on Feraligatrs
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| Can’t see you haters, Dunsparce
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| But your hate’s my motivation to spark
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| Now I’m slowly getting better
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| And my lines are getting clever
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| I’m enduring any hits
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| And then returning with Endeavors
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| If my abilities Drought
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| You’ll be feeling under weather
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| When will I get smacked down? |
| Um, never
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| You gotta be joking me
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| Gale Wings nigga being fly is my priority
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| You’re normal like a Bunnelby
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| I’m in the cut like Rotom-C
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| You’re something like Jirachi
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| Cause you wish to hear some more of me
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| If that’s what you want I’ll do my part
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| Go to YouTube and search up Just2Sharp
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| I’m back, did you really think it’s over bro?
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| Super luck flow, almost every hit is critical
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| It’s over like the third turn of a Perish Song
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| My bars pack more weight than a Groudon
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| But I’m snapping like a Basculin
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| Talk shit about the flow, nigga I ain’t having it
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| I’ll throw your body in a lake full of Gyarados
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| And walk off with your bitch like Gary Oak
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| They told me I should do this in my normal voice |
| Now normally that wouldn’t be my normal choice
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| But I don’t want to miss my chance
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| To spit y’all a new verse
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| And even my normal voice hits hard
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| Like a Boomburst
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| Especially with these Specs on
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| My best song is always my next song
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| Mr. All Black Everything
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| Only thing more black is Zekrom
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| I’m going in like a cage fighter
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| It’s a great cypher cause they’re nicer
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| You the type to run a Vacuum Wave Scyther
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| While I’m making more plays than a stagewriter
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| Saying I am whack, what type of lie is that?
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| Flow’s cold, shocking, and hot like a Tri Attack
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| Now rewind it back, you can’t ignore the skill
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| When it’s hot I hit faster, that’s Chlorophyll
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| I’m like Primal Reversion, you don’t get it man
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| In my prime, all his verses like Desolate Land
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| That means they so heat like a Specs Reshiram
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| You’re talking money that’s a definite plan
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| I’ll make it rain like Primordial Sea
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| I squash competition, they all Skorupi
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| Check my channel if you want more of me
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| And download this shit like a Porygon Z
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| Can’t get to the top any faster than this
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| All of the haters they have to be pissed
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| I’ll make them all ghosts like a Mismagius
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| While fans wave their hands like a Cofagrigus
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| A lineup like this? |
| Man it has to be sick
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| You ain’t gonna find better rappers than this
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| It’s like we’re holding big Watmel berries
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| Cause spitting fire is our Natural Gift
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| No intros you should know me
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| Show up in that Poke Boeing
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| Treat all y’all like you some Pory-
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| Gon origami you folding
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| These porter potties ain’t know me
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| I flush you down like a Goldeen
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| It’s easy like a Hitmonlee
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| In soccer without the Goalie
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| Tacos and guacamole
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| So call me a Ludicolo, the flow so loco
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| I’m burning birds turning girls into Ho-Oh's
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| These hoes all on me like hordes so
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| I smoke them out like a Torkoal
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| My stick in your girl’s mouth
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| I stay in there that’s Pangoro
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| Change it up like a Meloetta
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| Said I’ll never bring myself down
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| To the level of these featherweights
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| These Farfetch’d fricken heads’ll sever when I Mega Evolve
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| Then I hit them with the Aerilate (Yeah)
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| I’m Pinsir off the top of the head
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| I’m Tyrant all you fossils are dead
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| And I craft like Picasso with pens
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| You Smeargle drawing a sketch
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| Put Darumaka in the hospital bed (Huh)
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| Cause your baby fire flow just fainted
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| Roggenrola, all you clones dull, faceless
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| This Quagsire make the crowd go Wooper
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| Drill 'em then I’m out this B, no U-turn
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| Guess who’s back, did you miss me much?
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| I’m hearing these niggas talking shit tryna Jynx me bruh
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| Paralyzed cause the ladies wanna lick me bruh
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| And a couple of fodder niggas tryna diss me bruh
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| Acting out cause I got them Intimidated
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| I’ll be Goodra, put them in a sticky situation
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| You loser, fuck around I’m pointing a laser
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| To open up your jaw like Mega Rayquaza
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| Hotter than a Desolate Land
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| Wavier than Primordial Sea
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| Lil nigga I ain’t even go Primal
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| That ain’t something you want to see
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| I’m known amongst towns for shutting shit down
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| And holding more arms than Hoopa Unbound
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| Flapping ya neck, I’ll be blasting a tech
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| Shit’ll fly and hit harder than Dragon Ascent
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| I’m a savage, you next
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| For the cabbage you check
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| I’ll be wrapping your tongue around the back of your neck
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| (Greninja) Yeah, lurking in shadows
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| Launching metal to pierce through your marrow
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| Whack is the word to describe y’all proper
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| You’ll be slapped if you try to intercept my job, bruh
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| Bitch boys don’t want me all riled up
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| Swing, hope you got a Strong Jaw like Tyrunt
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| Never been a sone, levitating Earthquakes
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| Made that shit known on my very first birthday
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| Suicune, ain’t another nigga matching up
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| Heart colder than a motherfucking Avalugg
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| Shocking on the web like Galvantula
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| Give you Close Combat till you niggas had enough
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| Tryna battle, you might as well cop some rope
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| I’m Poison, when I kick something Toxicroak
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| I goes in, no one hard as I
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| Your girl bust he mouth open wide like Carnivine
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| To interest her interest, Sixx legit
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| Throwing Shadow Balls, look at the flick of the wrist
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| Let that shit bang bang, that’s O Block
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| With a Fire Punch that’ll leave your Solrock
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| Johto, cell phones, now you getting this message |
| I’m the illest legendary nigga never forget it
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| Jirachi, Jirachi, Versace, Versace
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| These niggas can’t stop me (Woo!)
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| Your bitch want it longer, I kill and get stronger
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| You’re looking at Moxie (Woo!)
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| Your girl give me Lickitung, told her I get it done
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| I’m in her room tonight (Woo!)
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| The coldest thing living, you nigga gon' get it
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| Now where’s my Suicuninite? |
| (Easy!)
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| It’s 2015 and we livin'
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| Y’all irrelevant niggas looking for attention
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| I laugh at y’all
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| It’s life! |