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bigbadbudman - freestyle lyrics

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i ain’t a hater
b-tch i’m a dog
i sniff you p-ssies out
of a crowd in a fog-gy mist and sh-t..

lyrical lunatics
me and my syndicates are sick in the mental gets
any instrumental
rip the sh-t excramental it
them extra men with extra clips
are sure to never miss

wtf im talking bout never shot a gun in my life
but please believe the
beav’
when he says he’ll stick a knife thru your windpipe go night night
in between your clean european linen smellin sheets
while the real thugs
peddlin are dying on the same streets
you spit on. these bars shine
opposite of akon when he first bombed,

hey mom ya kids gone
to the top no cape on
fake emcees fall off like leaves
watch me get my rake on

watch me get my ray gun on these zombie m-th-r f-ckers,
whippin thru emcees i can’t believe its not b-tter!
better have a better system
if this boy; you try to diss him
see this kid is full of wisdom
mouths infected lyricism
your just infected with my jizzm

nasty girl

u might defeat me

in your imaginary world

other than that clap that
you act like an -ss i’ll slap that
funny look off your face, like your diet consists of purely bad crack

funny cat but nothing to laugh at
i’ll end up having to smoke one for you
…where the f-ck i leave my sack at?

voice is circlin you

- bigbadbudman lyrics

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