| This ain’t miami coke rap
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| I ain’t claiming im pitching base like sandy koufax
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| I’ll leave your rep on the coat rack
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| This rorschach with no mask, better known as walter kovacs so hold that
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| Chief running bull, charging at the matador
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| Play the game loyal while you front about your madden score
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| Handle yours or get touched by the hand of thor
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| Hand to god you’ll be sleeping with the albacore
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| This is the league, world series of rap
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| The brown baggin brown bandit commandeering a track
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| Get roped by the lasso and thrown to the gravel
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| Dress for long winters it gets cold in my shadow
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| From the long barrel the iron speaks
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| Iron chief cut from the same cloth as iron sheik
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| BBAS surgeon generals warning
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| May cause the loss of genitals in grown men
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| Hook x2:
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| I said one side
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| 'fore I have to get unkind
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| Cut you like you’re a lunchline
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| Watch your intestine unwind
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| Pick your motherfuckin guts up off the floor
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| Like lord khan almighty
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| I don’t want no more
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| Motherfucker, motherfucker
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| Soul khan:
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| Whether you blacker than akon, a cracker like kreayshawn
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| Hispanic or asian, you’re happy to say, khan
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| Is probably the rawest since the passing of ason
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| Unique," this is child’s play, pass me the crayons
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| I’m several levels higher than where icarus dropped
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| So you ain’t playing with my paper 'less it’s scissors and rocks
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| Got a mami on me kissin on my ticklish spots
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| With a following from rotterdam to kids from iraq
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| Now that’s some real shit for my big homie, moussa
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| I told him i’d be planning something big for the future
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| To prove that I am liver than anyone you admiring
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| I’ll rip the veins from my arms and use em like a violin
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| I’ll sever my genitals like they got buc fiftied
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| Dismember em and shred em with an ox cut swiftly
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| Set my balls on fire like god, son’s grizzly
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| Just to let you know that you can not fuck with me
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| (Hook x4) |