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jarren benton - dont funk up our beats contest demonstration lyrics

[verse 1: jarren benton]

f-v-2-0-1-3 b-tch
honey, i’m home it’s dinner time b-tch
ya mom know me by the scent of my d-ck
heard ya wanna murder me you betta get in line quick
flip hoes, hit ’em with the jedi mind trick
this my year n-gga, that i shine b-tch
duck one high when you hit a nice split
got my first bl-w j-b way back in ’96
back like a 2pac hologram, k!ll a n-gga then i put his body in the mausoleum
break his f-cking legs let him leave here without a limb
i’ll be d-mned, put him in the dirt, better body them
jesus christ, ?? is nice
he beats his wife and eat this rice
i eat this scythe, i eat these mics, i need this life!
i’m the sh-t, wh0r-, like feces right?
ok, f-ck satan n-gga
kick him down and then i’m ’bout to duct tape n-ggas
soft as a pillow, you a cupcake, n-gga
mr. benton hold on i’m ’bout to update n-ggas
how the h-ll you a g when you b-ttrape n-ggas?
hold up, shout out to my upstate n-ggas
blood go the beat that’ll make the track bleed
look back like go ahead suffocate n-gga!

- jarren benton lyrics

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