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srirachathegod - bozo lyrics

[intro]
you a bozo n+gga
you a bozo n+gga
you a bozo n+gga
you a bozo n+gga
man
these rappers just be making soft singing sh+t
n0body really knows how to rap
so ima show y’all n+ggas how it’s done
listen to this

[verse]
i’m a fast rapper
you a bad actor
and a whack rapper
she an ass clapper
wit’ an ass so fat word to cali baddies
clap, clap, clap, might smack the fatty
don’t call me daddy, i ain’t with that sh+t
i’d rather pop an addy and go for a trip
like you stuck your leg out when i’m tryna walk
oh my god, he’s on a roll
like i got straight a’s on my report card
i’m not dumb, i’m an advanced r+t+rd
meaning i’m not stupid but he think he hard
white kid in the suburbs with a “g card”
i ain’t hear some sh+t like that ever before
i’m sick as f+ck, b+tch i like to see gore
go ahead and run up on me i’m sending you to h+ll
i’m a motherf+cking demon, n+gga thought you could f+cking tell
i’m cool with the bloods and the crips
emo b+tch with a fat ass in my whip
brand new nike and it got extra grip
so when i curb stomp n+ggas i cannot slip
glock nine wit a beam and extendo clip
i pack them fmjs and hollow tip
so come try and harm me then ya get hit
come try and harm me then ya wig split
and that is nothing compared to your cousin
or i meant bousin, whatever y’all call it
i want the smoke
i think i want all of it
i want the smoke until i f+cking choke
yes im about it!
bring your crew, your gang, your clique, your squad, or a muhf+ckin army
i’ll take all you b+tches on whoever want me, first
step up to me if you want it, worse
i’m too sick for that sh+t savage and illmatic
srirachathegod, that is a n+gga to cause havoc
talk down on my f+ckin’ music i won’t have it
you say you a blood gangsta’ but you don’t act it
d+mn
i don’t mean to spaz on the track but if i don’t
believe me n0body else will
stop rapping n+gga you know you not ill that off beat rapping is not a d+mn sk!ll
i’m spazzin’ i feel just like dax when i’m rappin’
sweating so much ima need me a napkin
how you always carry round the choppa but you lackin’?
you are not a k!lla, what the f+ck is you attackin’?
all this f+ckin money that i’m making i’m stackin’
my d+ck is not big sl+t, i am not packin’
i’m lying i just said that to get you laughin’
look at my package a big number no trackin’
b+tch ass n+gga
don’t want no smoke
boy ya just might choke
hang you right by the rope
b+tch you smokin’ on dope
won’t let you go, nope
my bars are so dope
got them haters like “whoa!”
my mouthy is filthy but i don’t need no soap
f+ck a gun b+tch
i got a sword and you could get poked
i always got white but i am not no pope
i’m f+ckin onna big booty b+tch named “hope”!

- srirachathegod lyrics

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