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detroit 23 - starting from the bottem lyrics

started from the bottem rose like gotthem undefated records got em hatters shot em
police hate em my family hate them detroit home frankfrot home every where else is rome
im back in the zone on my throne the beat bout to own if you dont like me you can get thrown under the bus
must i have to break out proof that i am undefeated unbeated beat the beet the beat up
feet up on the dash seat up sleeping and driveing p-ssanger going crazy eyes all hazey from weed na from speed
i drank 32 montsers and pop 89 popers hit 33 stopers ain’t stop her scr-ping coper and metal and i dont settle for 2cnd place this is a foot race im in a wh-ll chair and still winning
if pepole keep lenin me a pencil and a pad i will graduate a little late but still be ahed of my cl-ss
you b-tches can’t last you call me you call me past i am past presens and pretenss
you pretend your sins are bad satan called me a grad a bad -ss can’t be called brad because they ain’t bad
i k!ll these beat like i was a serial k!ller like a serious k!ller like gacey gein and dauhmer
its traumer for your carear when i get on the mic a mc has to be ruthless
evan if i am toothless and can’t spit i still eat the compition so im full of it and still spit better and more than you could with all your t–th im sick your bull headed anger got the best of you lest see the rest of you im a head of you went to a betta scholl than harverd its hard knocks hardest sickness you punks got was small pox
if i saw romney i would throw rocks and my cable box and i walk a flock of flames shaun white at the x games undefeated at the next games you a bunch of self righouts -ssh0l-s i p-ss ho i dont want your way but you dont know so when i do this you call me g-y but in this time and age thats only gonna make ya look bad real sad half of you f-ckers should have been doctors i got the first aid kit get wit it you nit wits look like you haven a nit fit pick a pat a snitch a b-tch a rat and fat cats slam em on wreslten mats ill end this with this verse just to remind you why i come first you f-ckers get paid get liad and is on the radio but i got realness sk!llness real pepole fell this i dont shop at dc more like salvation army yea better not arm me i would k!ll the fakes the fakes the pepole who make fun of the poor why you thank i won’t join the army because they would arm me metaphors chokeing whors slaming doors pouring salt in open poors f-ck the rich and f-ck the brubs

- detroit 23 lyrics

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