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itsyaboih2 - easy lyrics

verse1
i’m so grimy so gutter
soon as i pick a track
you hear the flash of shutters
i’m past you suckers
smash ya thumb in the door
like i had to shut it
f-ck you pay me
b-tch i have a budget
i’m past disgusting
i don’t a need a motherf-cker
they told me the b-tch bad
so i had to cut her
but they said use a condom
so i wondered
how the f-ck do i use a knife
that’s covered with a rubber
and that’s dumber
than a bags of bricks
to the back of a stunner
i’m packing ’em under
the dirt like a tabloid
got ’em running for they life
i’m an asteroid
half destroyed
that packs a punch
so fast
like touchin the sack lunch
of ya cl-sses “fat boy”
i’m nothing but net
even off the backboard
i make hits
then hit the batboy
with the bat boy
ask me why i did it
cause the motherf-cker asked for it/

chorus
and they h make it (easy)
and they h take it (easy)/

verse 2
stick out like a sore thumb
driving a tour bus drunk
and there’s something
kinda funny bout you
in your own trunk
put your hood up
i’m interviewing an old monk
that don’t say sh-t
yep, we weeding out those skunks
dirty -ss c-nts
stankin -ss b-tches
topping my sh-t list
ol’ ranking -ss b-tches
ok h we get it
you’re paintin dirty pictures
that i’m taking with me
to the bathroom in a minute
yep i rap til the beat off
get it?
and if ya didn’t
i’d advise ya
to buy a catchers mit
but even then
ya still probably wouldn’t
catch the sh-t
get ya chick
to catch a cold
yep, her head is sick
this is effortless
i ain’t even lying
flow is so apocalypto
mayan
get rich or die trying?
you should probably choose dying
cause you’re up against a dude
that’s hotter than jews dying/

verse 3
i’m sp-ced out like klingons
so bring on the ping pong
back and forth banter
that rappers have to be on
see um, my ticket says “admit one”
when the fine print says
just admit i won
rappers so fake
came outta taiwan
yep, we here to give them boys h-ll
saigon
here’s a “bigger simile”
a python to my shlong
i’m magic in the booth
poof! now the mic’s gone
apparently i’m wrong
cause we still hear the mic on
well that was my trick
i’d like to see you try one
you got better chances
trying on a white thong
while ya wife gone
when ya should be
choked out with nylon
won’t smell sh-t
at the motel 6
feet deep when ya sleep
we don’t leave the light on
i’m a mad rapper
i’ll have ya p-ssed at ya self
once i start i don’t stop
so why ya hittin ya self?/

- itsyaboih2 lyrics

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