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rhymefest - mystery of chessboxin' freestyle lyrics

[hook] {x4}
i’m the dirtiest n-gga
you the lulliest sl-t
the alcohol in my liver make me rub on her b-tt

[verse one]
it goes hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa
peace to big l, big pun and big poppa
jam master jay, down to 2pac ah
lisp watch your lips, spit your sh-t proper
yeah, i beat the odds
your honor trying to put me away, i beat the charge
callin’ all cars, ol’ dirty and fest at large
f-ck cash, i got b-tches with visa cards
i’m a monster
you can’t fit in my genre
more guns than contra like how i’m gon’ conquer
the king kong of sing song
b-tch sing ‘long
c’mon
c’mon
c’mon
i’m the dirtiest n-gga
you the lulliest sl-t
the alcohol in my liver make me rub on her b-tt
ain’t no n-gga that be bigger than us
and when i lift your skirt up
it’s like “god d-mn, that’s your b-tt!”
yeah
i ain’t show my -ss, i just mooned ’em
and michael ain’t touch the kids he just spooned ’em
mark ronson picked me up and got me groomed
but i’m ’bout to get dirty climbing into your room

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