| Look out Bethany McKee
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| You ain’t the only Bethany gon' be swimming in that lake so fiery
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| So what? |
| That’s exciting, right, B? |
| That’s why they bow down
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| Oh of me you think highly? |
| Precisely
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| Cause my rhymes be nailing 'em like Luther
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| One stone, killed em by the two-fer
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| I’ma send you all to heaven, take em for a looper
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| No point in begging, I’m crueler than any ruler
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| Cause I’ve killed more sons than H1N1
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| It’s over poseur you’re done, Buttress said move over
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| I’m the mightiest, but ya’ll faggots is weak, the flightiest
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| It’s the ghost, of a barbie car (x2)
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| It’s the ghost, ghost, ghost, yeah, of a Barbie car
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| Rocking back and forth like a horse
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| Of course you want it, I’m astonishing, making all the fellas sing
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| My discourse 'til they voices hoarse
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| Divorce yourself from the inclination that I’m not from Satan
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| Been waiting for this moment, no more postponing
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| And I fucking know you know what I want, blood atonement
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| I own it, so fake ass retarded artists can eat my shit
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| Get with it, it’s too raw for ya’ll
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| I’m more evolved, problem solved, you’re stalled, stagnant
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| Me I’m just laughing cause I make it happen
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| Meanwhile your ass still suck at rapping, faggot |