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duke lukem - lunchtime lyrics

[verse]
i bust rhymes at lunchtime
i start shaking up they brains, i f+ck minds
time to lock the f+ck in, i think it’s crunchtime
you tryna fight the bars, i call that a punchline

i’m not with the boring ass rappers
they not with the culture, they just a bunch of actors
they picking ass flows like it’s would you rather
they never heard illmatic, their opinions doesn’t matter

and i shoot dude twice, the blood splatter
lil white muh f+cker, think i’m dollar tree mathers
actual cracker, hacking up in mainframe
the gauge bang, the brains spray, it made rain
a payday, that’s what i’m finna be getting
go million miles a minute, keep spitting until i finish
she suck on me ’til i finish, spinning, itching like popeye
all these b+tches love me alone just from my c+ck size

plus the macadelic do be mad infectious
in size 11s, big stepping like i was kendrick
it was written in the script that i would send the message
i’ll harvey dent ‘em, y’all two+faced, i can’t respect it
i feel like flash with the way i see ws
i blow the gat, yo, i cannot f+ck with you
you held captive by the music, pow
big dude, t+800 tank, when i’m running through
i’m on they mind rent free but i never thought of you
yes, i been stayed with the sauce, you get barbecued (mcnugget)
who invited you? cuz dawg, i ain’t cool with you
light a fire, go higher, i’mma burn ya like the doobie do
and then i rip his face off, no scooby+doo
b+tches make me steaming red, but that sh+t still look blue to you
sticky situation, i don’t need ya oddfuture glue
sleepy off the sprite, man i’m off that sh+t that future knew

feeling fantastic, money stretch the elastic
drop a classic on you b+st+rds, and i know they finna trash it
but they don’t know no better, i send ‘em down to the casket
see the way other rappers end up, and this sh+t is tragic
i shoot hoops like poof, magic
i stay on the beat, so freak, but i’m spazzing
i don’t know the speed limit, still i’m not crashing
whoops, nevermind, your corolla, i smashed it

i rapped acid on my hoodie, now it burn holes
my cocoa b+tter kisses have turn cold, brrr bro
finna shoot a sh+ll to your back, that’s a turtle
if you mess with me i’m finna blast toys at you squirtles

i’m a villain and i’m rocking a mad mask
i’ll make yo mama miss you, turn yo ass to a hashtag
flex said go to the convenience store, i’m like, where the cash at?
got a bitty built like nicki, shawty thick wit a fat ass
got ya girl spreading legs further than pangea do
it’s checkmate when i see ya moves, you can’t beat the dude
i keep our door locked, blinds shut, if they peeking through
they sleeping on the cement, still be breathing but be beaten, bruised
cuz deep down i’m a nice guy
independent rapper but i should’ve been signed twice
seen a 10 walking, she was hanging with the high 5s
we banging, it’s primetime, her friends chasing, it’s nice try

[outro]
yo
r.i.p. to mf doom
freshman mixtape, let’s get it
duke lukem, baby!
ha

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