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ezra - no competition lyrics

(verse 1)
get it before it’s gone, this is more than just a song, this is me telling you that i am king and you are just a p+wn, now tell me, is it wrong? to think there’s no competition, i see people pray for change, but to me they’re just wishing, because it’s over, way too late, only you can change your fate, only you can contemplate, whether you want to live or you want to die, all of your actions amount to one simple question “why”? so just know that i am showing, no signs of f+cking slowing, watch out when i get going! different flows i’ll be imposing, while my scr+t+m i be holding, in one hand i be smoking, in the other i be throwing, all my rhymes like punch lines i fight crime got no time, so f+ck y’all i goes in, i let go like frozen, raw dog, no trojan, take over, like romans, this flow here is golden how can i keep going no more air f+ck i’m choking! uh!…now watch ya boy get it (get it), blood sweat and tears whatever it takes, man i shed it (shed it), check it (check it) you fakers shall not pass (pass), big like nicki’s ass (ass) expelled cause i have no class, well f+ck fam, why do you think i am the way that i am? you could say it’s cause of pain, but i say i just i woke up main, keep these middle fingers up, cause i never gave a f+ck!

(verse 2)
shoot me in the head, fill my whole body up with lead, sever every main vein, but still i am not dead, so call me the walking dead, cause i have no soul red head (haha) uh! 1, 2, 1, 2 this is ez, do you copy? yes, this is e, man who the f+ck gon stop me?!?! the gloves are coming off call this hockey, its a bare knuckle brawl for all of y’all motherf+ckin barbie dolls cause i don’t get along with ch’all and i don’t care if none of y’all, know how to ball, i’ll do my own thing, in my own court, invent my own sport, it’ll be magic you could call it hogwarts! (you’re a wizard harry)

(verse 3)
i’m stumbling i’m fumbling my stomach is a rumbling, old black eyed peas man lets just all go dumb again, ring a round the rosies pocket full of posies, d+cks are all a hoe sees mine so big so call it moby’s! oh jeez! i think compliments go straight to my ego, but that sh+t helps when i’m emo, i’m like mj, what the f+ck do i need a team for? nothing kind of new, jacko beat what i’m rhyming to, buy my sh+t on itunes, ain’t playing around no more! ceiling or the floor, no, matter which way i go, i desire more, i desire mandy moore, forty more wh0res, f+ck that’s forty more chores, now they bones in the ground, dinosaurs…

(outro)
yeah i’ll go out with a bang! and just like in verse one, i’ll be holding on my thang, you could call me b+llsy, b+tch, but it doesn’t even matter, climbing this ladder while my sh+t is simultaneously getting fatter, headed towards a disaster, my face isn’t one you want to see plastered, you f+cking ass t+rd, you got your sh+t bass akwards, i’m like a chef who cooks up cuss words, and don’t forget i’m just a b+tch kid from the suburbs!

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