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jus daze - badaba lyrics

got a lot sh-t for me to prove i’m the nicest
dynamite sticks in ur -ss, but no hype sh-t
me, i freestyle better than when u write sh-t
dog i’mma kill you, you might get your mike vic’d
it doesn’t matter race, i’mma half white pr-ck
but ur girl appreciates the tan complexion of my d-ck
u better call a psychic, can i get a mic check?
u aint a rapper cause u write rhymes on ur sidekick
i’m a true rapper… dress like a don dapper
u full of sh-t like u were invented by john cr-pper
i’ll slap ya… f-ck it… if he dies, he dies
if he doesn’t then i bet that he barely survived
hip hop is revived, cause of me… the blocks live
so u better take the backstreet, boys, like f-ggot guys
i paid for the supersize so i ain’t sharin my fries
but ur a fruitcake, so take the apple pies
and i’ll decide to shoot you, ur flow is so doo doo
u’ll be the first f-g that ain’t die from aids on mcdougal
or take you to bowery and beat u down hourly
ur just two p-ssy… like tia/tamara mowry
rappin this phat, it’s hard to burn a calorie
old school terminology, i dare you try to battle me
if u know me, i’m your favorite, even tho i ain’t famous
i’m hot dogs from nathans, cookies from amos’
so sick, i might even be on the plague list
i’ll f-ck ur b-tch in the studio like nick and norah’s playlist
record the whole thing… the sh-t’ll be a moan track
you’ll prolly screech when u hear how we were both pro-zac’d
sno dat… i’m a bowlegged n-gg-
c-cky cause that’s how your legs on the bowl n-gg-
i spit rhymes tryin to fulfill my goals n-gg-
i’m bow-legged so i call my nuts my bowls n-gg-
i gotta gift, something everyone should kno…
cause presents always looks better with a bow
juice beats gave me this beat… and it’s off we go
off with his head & takin tags off of toes
i’ve made friends enemies & friends off of foes
i meet a b-tch, real quick, comes off her clothes
yo…
they b-tches say i’m cute… plus good at rap
so i turn their panty liners to a f-ckin wet nap
dead that… get back
head lap… ex lax
in other words i get brains for the sh-t i drop on tracks
can you f-ckin do that?

- jus daze lyrics

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