(Verse)
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I’m killin shit for the simple fact that I’m crazy
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I’m spittin this shit like bullets, I’m getting rappers to hate me
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Somehow I just put it down in a fashion that makes a make me
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Make em dudes finally casket themselves in cemetery
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When they all dead and buried it’s getting scarier quick
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Area 51 with the flow, alien shit
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Every day I’m the shit like I never buy any tissue
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I’m feeling high as a bitch pumpin helium in the nipples
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I make some observations, that don’t make em my griffle
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I dribble the king’s court winnin this superficial
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Beginning of something, you couldn’t found them if you went through
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I’m winnin cuz nothing good ever stopped, ain’t no issue why I live through
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Plain and simple got white heads like pimples
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Black heads fill me to one of these injures like a splinter
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Bring in the money printers
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I wanna see them dollars like a holiday stripper
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You fuckin with some lame shit, you be on the same shit
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As the next man I lick the sherry dam anus
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I ain’t even famous, but you know well what my name is
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Let me tell you what all the meanings of that’s outrageous
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Shortest rapper here, spittin raw heat
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Something like hands slapping rappers on the beat
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But loss of raptor on the beat
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I’m a master on the beat
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While you sit and masturbate to all my records on repeat
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I’m fuckin with these rappers, it’s fun as a motherfuck
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I’m jumpin on the back and sakin em with an uppercut
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Tell princess to suck a duck
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While I take your princess and undress then umm
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Uh I ain’t gonna finish that
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Rigamortis to the bars where I killed the rap
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And I be so dup and it’s lit me up
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You pay me the way that I rip you up
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Fisty cuffs, boy I’d rather have my fuckin fisty cuffs
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(Outro)
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You know it’s on
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I got em out here singing my song
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Yea
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You know it’s on
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You know it’s on
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Rigamotris
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| SRH |
