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i 20 - tyson lyrics

[talking: mike tyson]
i was gonna rip his heart out, i’m the best ever
i’m the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless
champion there has ever been
there’s no one can stop me
lennox is a conqueror, no i’m alexander, he’s no
alexander
i’m the best ever.
there’s never been anybody ruthless
i’m sonny liston, i’m jack dempsey, there’s no one like
me i’m from their cloth
there is no one who can match me
my style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
and i’m just ferocious, i want your heart i want to eat
your children!

[i-20:]
uh
tell em that i’m back b-tch, bury you like cat sh-t
bruce wayne of this rap sh-t, yeah boy back sh-t
enough with all that wack sh-t, mediocure trap sh-t
they say three’s company and ye ain’t doing jack sh-t
i tell em get your bread in this b-tch, get’cha toast
up
back to the basket on the block, i’m finna post up
n-gg-s talk that shooter sh-t, but they only super sh-t
n-gg-s still sleeping on me, guess they on that groomvy
sh-t
ridin’ with a bouchie b-tch, but she on some groupie
sh-t
everyday’s a movie n-gg-, we about to shoot a clip
and i’ll be back in 2 or 2, cause we about to do what
it do
all these f-ggots sound the same, so i call em fruity
loops
they don’t want to go to war, i show em what the cannon
do
bout to spit in summer time, welcome to the tanning
booth
dealer got a bunch of snow, so this goin be a slient
night
half these n-gg-s got’cha g-ssing i put out’cha polit
light
n-gg- ye ain’t rhyming right, better have the time to
write
sippin’ on that syrup n-gg-, pull my…
give your girl a bunch of pipe, she call me the
handyman
20 got a bunch of bars, i guess you on the family plan
n-gg- i have master this, this is what a cl-ssic is
sh-t no compet-tion n-gg-, this is just a masterclans
better yet a m-ssacre, i got these n-gg-s panicing
and i just got the green light, time to bring the
traffic in
yeah your boy back again, dealer spittin crack again
you know a n-gg- packing heat, well tell them n-gg-s
pack it in
and i’m a need my strap again, i ain’t scared i let it
sing
and i don’t need no f-cking beam, cause we murder
everything

- i 20 lyrics

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