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White fat and rapped shit fat
So thank my street way
Then he stuck in like a sack
Do you see my ice tires
I roll like a car tire
Pimps girls and fucks a mile hedge.
Onion rings under my hawk's wings
I broke fingers when we strung singles
The click gets stuck in the cage
The mice are thrown in the stream
Girls paw the hedge< br/>Sticks scissors In the lip
Steps in and hustles parties and hopes the bottle is enough
You better fit the meck when we hash In the wake
I trudge In the swamp with plasma In bags.
Pouring ash into the soda, dropping mazda on the deck
We are sharp In the jaws cats are scared for life
Here walls are torn down with the eggs of sharpened knives.
Promise a white week
Bring rex and be happy
A little flashback from D6aa
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Oooooh No such talk
Sets the rhyme in rhythm
And we win from the start
Oooooh military on guard
Now we come shit fast
And drips on gdubb
I do my thing like private plane pilots.
Keeps hellecopter perspective on its loop ey
They roll around with dark shitte spikes.
Have bloody teeth to break children like matches
I, on the other hand, am an arsonist
Far from non sorts sean cleaud vand dam poet
I don't kick lyrics I'm empathic
Doesn't kick words down on paper
Back drunk sleeps sober or bent
Leaves your brain stretched expanded to a height
Achieved only after a delay
The maturation process after pubs takes joy< br/>Turns inside out on your pockets without wanting
Give up now so hen like composing players
Give up your life your wife they time for caressing
They e over now devote yourself completely to our healing.
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Everybody waiting for this rap cat to drive
So shake your skull like you got water in your ear.
Drop a ton of trucks feel your bong smells
We're coming real crazy pumping
Everything they fear I'm like the plague and cancer
They call me the dwarf bambara best in the business
Now I take the chance and get high as expected
Yeah know what you got the mic till you're gay like ballet
One question man did you get your style today.
I break bones like a drugged steven segal
Two wild souls walking parted ways
Who wants to box against my gorilla fists
Stepped into the ring and hit the floor late
And everyone in there drew fast like revolver men
Best to hold back the clique is made up of zombiz
Yes, I am king in the land and they call me frondish
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