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earleybird - twister lyrics

rock a bye baby, dude please stop
i spit cocaine crisp and hard as crack rock
for thinking you a big timer
you deserved to get clocked
for spitting so chronic, i send rappers to get detoxed
put ’em bodybags
black plastics is all you see
so casually i can make the beat a casualty
and flee the scene
i got more bars than rikers, dropping jaws so hard
i give them mof-ckas arthritis
i got rhymes you’ll remember like the t-tans
im optimis in my prime,transform a penny to a dime
stop lying, i’ll melt your ice cream soft serve lines
cause this son always shines, lines so dope
can make you turn into len bias, got your mind spinning like tires
rhymes barbed, like prison wires
in the presence of me please address me as your sire
majesty or whatever
flow nastier than stds, bums, blah blah etcetra
with every message im getting better
hotter than summer sweaters
any girl you can get wet, i can get wetter
with every cheesy line you make
just know im makin cheddar
no pressure
put your so called “c0ke rhymes” on the scale
and let’s see who can measure

i disrespect the beat like its a b-tch
you can pull rhymes out your -ss all you want
but they still won’t be the sh-t
im not even knee deep in the game
im just barely leaving traces
but im still whipping so many n-ggas -sses
you would think that im a racist
i’m as sick as bein spat in the face by tons of
aids patients, now patience
you just a padawan,flood the booth with my flow
you might as well get your paddle on
yea i spit like a big d-ck, you just rap like lil john
get it?
nahh to complex for your brain
so nice, can make christ use his own name in vain
im lashing at you lames, got em dashing like dame
im late to your dumb punchlines, never mind my surname
verses are picture perfect, yours barely out of frame
spitting with precision, you just a sniper with no aim
goals and ambitions: is to be swimming in riches
i’ll send you fishing, keep wishing
my sentences is every
synonym of vicious, cruising on an impossible missions
the girls panties drop, like slipped dishes
hol’ up let me stop now, before i get on one of my k!lling binges
b-tches

- earleybird lyrics

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