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comin’ harder with the bars, ummm
you better off tryin’ to ride a skateboard to mars
p.r
tryin’ to be hard until a revolver fly his head off his shoulders
it reminds you of t-ball
gutter city, everybody in the d brawl
for the money, tryin’ to do it big like d bra
i don’t like though
5-0 will find your human bio in ohio
i’m high and i want my doe
i wish i had a time machine dude
so i could go back in time and sn-tch your b-tch -ss out your mommy womb
if he ain’t the best, i’m brutally
mutate your flesh with a slew of these uzi rings
like a b-tch on her period, bullets will make your mood swing
you king then you sing
two things, i’m true and i ain’t gotta prove a thing
so critical, leave n-ggas miserable
them bullets grab your nuts and make you cough, mean i’m gettin’ physical
rockin’ crowds in paris
coast to coast, closest you been to france is french fries and french toast
they say nickel wrote all vicious sickest quotes
ridiculous, you trippin’, so i’mma take it you think i’m dope
i up and smoke these jokers
rappin’ like your brain’s broken
you trash, i wipe my -ss with your vocoder
toe to toe, let’s go, n-gga i’m ready
come bring a heavy gun, machete or kid i already won
you don’t wanna fist fight this opponent
i’ll knock your t–th out with your gums still on it
al capone gangster, the mic my throne, i’m on it
let it be none, it fit just right
guns ready flashin’
my farrakhan, it’s deadly armed
and you play the role of jesse jackson
i got soldiers that’ll wipe the streets with you
till the white t–th gristle like piranha t–th bit you
i’m too big and d-mn, it’s beef i eat
get more gun shots than whoo kid on b.e. 3!

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