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who run it i run it
no you don’t want it
i kick it i punt it
keep it a hunnid
dissin n0bodies, i am above it
feel like a rock star pop pillies to numb it
haters i’m shunnin
yeah i been stuntin
pipes i been plumbin
i am so clever
i am so cunnin
you’s cecil i’m a dentist so let’s go huntin
rapper of the year
you don’t appear
to fear me
a superior lyricist
mad flow i don’t use periods
i am no joke i spit serious
spittin so fast it makes you delirious
not just fast i be so furious
my sh-t hotter than curry is
are you hearin this, i’m just curious
i run the game like it’s usain
cannot be tamed
rap insane
f-ck up ya membrane
you’s lame
club go up on a tuesday
you’ll be dead if you don’t get it by the due date
ya i get paid
i’m a bad rapper who say that
yo gon burst into flames like a race track
your whole career i’ll erase that
yo where ya plays at
dope rhymes yeah i made that
all ya fans they play that
betta stay back
shoot you down that line gon stay flat
gonna have to get a teardrop face tat
just face it
yous a basic
replacement
i’m a sp-ceship racin to first place while you chasin
this asian gon pound ya face in like jason
i’m in the left lane
cuz i’m p-ssin
all y’all f-ggots
you ain’t had the
talent, you’s lackin
fake like a ramen noodle packet
that’s why u ain’t added
to the group chats
zero dark the motherf-cking pack
we never gonna stop dropping tracks
go zeke and run it back
strap up and attack
girl look like a snack
give that -ss a smack
till it not intact
hit it from the back
smash that like shaq
boy you lack
rock you all like crack
i’m the masta call me jack
i been g-ssed up stacks on stacks
you meek i’m drake back to back
blast ya back to iraq
my words so wise vocab attack
that’s a fact, smack a wack rapper back like a cracker jack
attack the track
you know i’m packin racks
chillin in the tabernacle
asap pretty flacko
bait like tackle
and the gat go
yacko on a smack ho
betta back off
or your brain be scrabbled
memories be scrambled
mess with me that’s a gamble
grip the choppa i’m rambo
turn you red like a tampon
eat up that soup, that’s why they call me campbell



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