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Sequels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects Your rock sets is play, this dude braggin' you aint famous Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus Doper emcees non-existent like RuPaul's c!it is Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores And leave you scared to drop sh!t like school stalls with no doors Wonder how this b!tch whispers thunder sounds Your fly like crippled Ostrich's, I scare heads underground And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first He's a pussy on the low don't fvck with Philippine cuisine Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines What's he mean? I think he means your whack B, In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps Get in your ass so fast sh!t scabs when the cops come Guilty as charged blowin' minds like yayo with shotguns Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me Man please I'm way to fvckin' dope to be this humble And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle Like fvck Qwel, and his whole team those irrelevant flows I'm diggin' in the crates and they diggin on telephone poles Hope I might choke, youre as whack as you white jokes The only cat to drop lines on tight ropes b!tch can't even respond, what can he say Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway And Qwel ain't sh!t, like I ain't lose, he ain't even rappin' right Damn right I'm an a$$hole, you pussies ain't even half as tight To and fro, fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them sh!ts is cheaper. |
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