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beef rap could lead to gettin’ t–th capped
or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief cr-p
i suggest you change your diet
it can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
it ain’t no startin’ back once arteries start to squeeze
take the easy way out, phony, until then they know
they wouldn’t be talkin’ that bologna in the bullpen

so disgustin, pardon self as i discuss this
they talk a wealth of sh-t and they ain’t never seen the justice
bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet
two batteries some brillo and some foil, he’ll boil it

he be better off on pc glued
and it’s a feud so don’t be in no tv mood
every week it’s mystery meat, seaweed stewed

he wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
a rather ugly brother with flows that’s gorgeous
drop dead joints hit the whips like bird sh-t
they need it like a hole in they head or a third t-t

her bra smell, his card say, aw, h-ll
barred from all bars and kicked out the carvel
keep a cooker where the jar fell
and keep a cheap hooker that’s off the hook like ma bell

top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears
stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares
the odd pairs swears and god fears
even when it’s rotten, we’ve gotten through the hard years

i wrote this note around new year’s
off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares
enough about me, it’s about the beats
not about the streets and who food he about to eat

a rhymin’ cannibal who’s dressed to k!ll, it’s cynical
whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
it’s a miracle how he get so lyrical
and proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual

for a mil’ do a commercial for mello yello
tell ’em devil’s h-ll, no, sell y’all own jello
we hollow krills, she swallow pills
he follow flea collar, three dollar bills

and squeal for halal veal, in y’all appeal
dig the real, it’s how the big ballers deal
twirl a l after every meal

word up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin’ up
and keep your shirt on, at least a b-tton up
yuck, is they rhymers or strippin’ males?
outta work jerks since they shut down chippendales

they chippin’ nails, doom, chippin’ scales
let alone the pre-orders that’s counted off shippin’ sales
this one goes out to all my peoples skippin’ bail
dippin’ jail, whippin’ tail and sippin’ ale

light the doobie ‘til it glow like a ruby
after which they couldn’t find the villain like scooby
he’s in the lab on some old buddha monk sh-t
overproof drunk sh-t and who’da thunk it

punk, try and ask why ours be better
it could be the iron mask or the cosby sweater
yes, you, who’s screwed by the dude on the cd nude

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