| My styles straight, miraculous, treat me like a Dracula
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| Don’t try and call me blud, I’ll bite your throat and spit it back at ya
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| Spit vernacular crack at ya
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| Crush your motherfucking planet like my boy Galactus does
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| Most MCs are wack and it’s a fact that they’re actors cuz
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| Make a back catalog without a single classic bruv
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| Owl’s got you backing up, bangers straight stacking up
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| Big Daddy Owl like a pimp when I’m rapping Bruv
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| Hip hop’s my bitch, you better watch how you handle her
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| Mistreat my woman I’ll track you down like she’s Pamela
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| Trample you like a mammoth with maddest amounts of stamina
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| Standing behind a van with a hammer about to damage ya
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| Causing a fucking massacre, shanking you with an antler
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| Let you cry for help while Deformed Wing amples ya
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| Bang out the baddest beat, then repeat it while we’re stamping ya
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| Let your corpse rot before i feed it to tarantulas
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| I’m on some nightmare shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit (x4)
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| I pull your spine out your mouth and stab you with it
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| While chatting your bird up at the std clinic
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| Dump you in the pacific until they fish it
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| And drag you out the net like your album when they miss it
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| Get your sister to kiss dicks, stealing mad shit
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| SO she can buy me chains till i look just like Slick Rick
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| Pummeling her pink pit, painting her walls like a big marker ink tip
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| Shut up slut, eat dick
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| That’s it, as I’m feeding her my pearls,
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| Got so many lines, they could reach around three worlds
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| All I leave is raspberry swirls and barely walking girls
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| I pull my beast out and your slump just hurls like blargh
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| All over the shop, she calls me Doctor
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| Got the fake gynecologist look unlock you
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| You must’ve forgot she plays piggy in the middle
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| No riddle, she be fiending for the nuts like a squirrel
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| Slut, I’m on some wet clown shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit
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| I’m on some puppy nose tip, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit
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| I’m on some wet oyster shit, what I’m saying’s too much I don’t give a shit
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| I take the piss and take the crown while I take it easy
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| Any rappers standing nearby feel shook and wheezy
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| There’s a new part of the bible called the book of BVA
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| Don’t wash for a year and my shit still ain’t cheesy
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| I’ll hold it down like your house’s foundations
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| You’ll get taken for a walk if you’re found hating
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| To any big ball rapper, I’m spitting castrations
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| Fuck you up in one bar just cos I lack patience
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| I chat shit as long as the words fit and I’m rhyming
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| Walk around head high, just like I run this island
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| They’re all cubic zirconia, but me I bring the diamonds
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| Quartz crystals in my mind so I never slip on timing
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| I love a bitch, but everyday I suck my own dick
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| My head’s fucking massive but somehow it still won’t fit
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| And I won’t stop until everybody hates me
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| Cos I’m a fucking prick but every single thing I make’s deep
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| Yo, I’m on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit
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| Break toilets when we drop our shit
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| Cos what I say is too much, I don’t give a shit
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| I’m on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit
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| The dirty freak, every single pervert has heard of me
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| And any piece of skirt that serves herpes with burgermeat
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| I tell a slut to shut up, and give her purse to me
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| The worst you see a person on this earth to be absurd is me
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| Certainly, I pay to fuck a bird and give her dirty pee
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| A pair of dirty knees and leave her scared of what she’s learned to be
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| Work for free? | 
| I’d rather grab a quack-pig and fuck it’s head
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| Tug it’s flesh, cuddle it and fuck it till there’s nothing left
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| I’m the wanker with the clever gob, what?
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| Plus I’m the twat who put a banger through your letter box
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| I killed a cat just out of anger and I never stopped
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| It’s real as that, when we strangle for you head to pop
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| Desperate not what I got the pick of the bunch
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| Taking bitches off the list while they’re fixing their cunts
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| I’m literally blunt, and if this shit isn’t enough?
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| I’ll take a big swig from the piss in the cup
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| I’m like yo
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| I’m on some nightmare shit, take a razor blade straight to your clitoris
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| I’m on some dikestar shit, cos my name is not James it is triple six
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| I’m on some owl’s claw shit, what I say is too much for you little pricks
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| I’m on some syndicate shit, Flock about, sitting in your living room pissed
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| Ay yo, I lost my brain, found a cotching place
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| Up on top of graves, do a lot of dirt and I’m not ashamed
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| Got a flame that I hold to em, learn bitches
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| Now my competition are nothing but burn victims
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| Cut the lights out turn the cameras off
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| You sense danger like swimming in the amazon
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| While I climb a church spire and I dangle off
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| Slamming shots, wanking off with the hand of god
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| While them fools sound Pampers soft
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| That’s why I trample on them
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| Temper flairs, goddamn anger problem
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| I’m Bruce Banner with a temper
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| I balance my agenda while embarrassing contenders
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| You x-factor try out, die now, painfully
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| Aim, release, bulls-eye, you’re off to meet your maker g
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| I don’t know what they make of me
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| I’m self made, but that’s funny, cos you could still make my tea |