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prezidential candidates - bait (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: prez]
y’all dudes is pollo, kfc
i bounce like pogo, when you hate on me
my credibility allow me to see
the hottest b-tches in the game, victoria’s seek
peep through the peephole, see me wit my people
and you wish, you could be bait for a seagull
my life like a sequel to “fear & loathing in las vegas”
so many f-ckin’ drugs taken
i’m the film director, this thing i’m next to
gets to shakin’ so i put the picture on the projector
that -ss gets a reaction
if that p-ssy was the roaring sea, i’d be the ship’s captain
so put out the fishing line, watch me reel ’em in
nothing less than nines, while you stress a b-tch
i be feelin’ fine, smokin’ all day long
call it k!llin’ time
prez, nasty, and p. laff, that’s boston swag
all the rest suck d-ck, they cough and gag
who the h-ll gon stop us?
just visited whitey bulger and he’s tryna mob us
i’mma start callin’ y’all miscarriage rappers
y’all was d.o.a., rap career ain’t happenin’
ha, y’all had a pulse briefly
head of the state, p-r-sh-t’s-too-e-z

[verse 2: nasty boi]
i heard them other people smokin’ weed like bob marley
i also heard you can’t afford to put down a blunt, and smoke it like the end of a harley
it’s so typical to hear the spiritual when your miserable, it’s so visual
but i turn to that medical, it makes my physical feel mythical
clearly good enough to spit on the beat
like the b-tch on “flava of love” to new york’s heat
isn’t it a little too late for that?
like a fifteen year-old girl six months into that?
what you expect when you don’t use a condom?
nothin’ but a baby comin’ out of the bottom
the world’s becomin’ a f-cked up place
better say your wishes and prayers at grace
gettin’ high before dinner, eat the p-ssy, drink the liquor
my body’s leavin’ earth, just quicker than a sinner
everybody’s gonna wanna get a piece of marijuana
that’ll hit you harder than heat in a sauna
pack and p-ss the blunts, become blastin’
the blastin’ becomes taxin’ on my rappin’
what the f-ck? (what the f-ck?)
i ain’t hear any of y’all clappin’

[verse 3: p. laff]
this beat is flawless, just like my main b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, cuz i’m gettin’ rich
on the track with prezidents, like i run with john mccain
way above the compet-tion, like i’m standin’ on a crane
k!llin’ this beat, like my name is charles manson
b-ss hittin’ so low, even the devil dancin’
started off rappin’ as a m-th-f-ckin’ hobby
now i’m gettin’ it in with bad b-tches in hotel parties
i know that i’m a star, no need to mention it
got me blowin’ green leaves, no peppermint
i’m wit the prezidents, call me amb-ssador
chauffer rides everywhere, i’m the p-ssenger
got some boston boys, on this f-ckin’ track
who throw down harder than a f-ckin’ shaq attack
dpalm called me up and said it’s time to make a hit
now i’m wit the prez poppin’ bottles like you pop a zit
i’m the hottest new rapper on the marquee
walkin’ all over these little b-tches like a carpet
i’m patty laff, i always get respect
with the prezidential candidates, we stand above the rest

- prezidential candidates lyrics

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