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wake em up dont let em snooze on me like they all boozed act like livin life like a fool so bump my beat up the heat it hella defeats my advisaries like im cool calm like a cucumber to attracts ladys n they want me babys but i may have rabies .so bust tracks the stacks earn up my racks n then smacks the hatas like the slata be to roamin to up the knock up all the blocks n rocks earn cash to stash the money from them dummies to crash test against the west u all the KNOW im best i only make racks after i attacks the sample then im to hung to trample all the record to red straight the fact to checker n racks of weapons but not the loot so pistol toot the boot shot the hot im totally the potent beyond the known it .i clash against the rest best the test im going for my floing but the broads all the night till the day less they say cno u to thug from the rug n smug tricks i get to quick trip the sets ohh yea yes the session be my admission upon the contest to go all in the same im fame through the rap game i tame the lame bring hood struggles to the brain upon the pain i used to fill the racks with them sizes sml all the hell xl double the x to 3the x my mark but u all to kno my bububark u feel me in the park after the dark the sun sets bets the regretts it lets eyes decides the favor my flavor it the stuff to savor my racks or my stacks them mags to loaded im the ball to all the raw to the feds heads leads was to balistics my statistics be to question the people the suggested be the digested so attacks the serials upon me jacks the ho smacks the brass to collects u kno i dont win contests i kill the dinners like im not winner just a thug hung the mac the sac to smack out ur hands like i was takin candy from ur babies maybe u see i foam upon the scene rabie up the dome to turn the knock clock struck the pencils down im pop to fizz the quiz im all the bizz the less the stress my effort so i see u in hell 4 it spits hollow tips at this i only take ur lead to the scrap yard im the recycle my viscous cycles are the only one n done so put ur fist in i know i wont win but i will feel them titties when u up the average like u a savage im the wrecking to ball n and ne that go against the vision be my less my intentions back the go my silliness up the point to the rack i head to cali n smack u back to bitche the sally up the valley to head high like paris milton the Bradley the hilton im the bedroom the strangler tell all broads to choke on this n go 4 broke i only joke the less the smoke vest seriously furious curious how many contests have u won 5 to none im the munto day the none done im the one to retail the shit to hell n bail all up in the sun
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wake em up dont let em snooze on me like they all boozed act like livin life like a fool so bump my beat up the heat it hella defeats my advisaries like im cool calm like a cucumber to attracts ladys n they want me babys but i may have rabies .so bust tracks the stacks earn up my racks n then smacks the hatas like the slata be to roamin to up the knock up all the blocks n rocks earn cash to stash the money from them dummies to crash test against the west u all the KNOW im best i only make racks after i attacks the sample then im to hung to trample all the record to red straight the fact to checker n racks of weapons but not the loot so pistol toot the boot shot the hot im totally the potent beyond the known it .i clash against the rest best the test im going for my floing but the broads all the night till the day less they say cno u to thug from the rug n smug tricks i get to quick trip the sets ohh yea yes the session be my admission upon the contest to go all in the same im fame through the rap game i tame the lame bring hood struggles to the brain upon the pain i used to fill the racks with them sizes sml all the hell xl double the x to 3the x my mark but u all to kno my bububark u feel me in the park after the dark the sun sets bets the regretts it lets eyes decides the favor my flavor it the stuff to savor my racks or my stacks them mags to loaded im the ball to all the raw to the feds heads leads was to balistics my statistics be to question the people the suggested be the digested so attacks the serials upon me jacks the ho smacks the brass to collects u kno i dont win contests i kill the dinners like im not winner just a thug hung the mac the sac to smack out ur hands like i was takin candy from ur babies maybe u see i foam upon the scene rabie up the dome to turn the knock clock struck the pencils down im pop to fizz the quiz im all the bizz the less the stress my effort so i see u in hell 4 it spits hollow tips at this i only take ur lead to the scrap yard im the recycle my viscous cycles are the only one n done so put ur fist in i know i wont win but i will feel them titties when u up the average like u a savage im the wrecking to ball n and ne that go against the vision be my less my intentions back the go my silliness up the point to the rack i head to cali n smack u back to bitche the sally up the valley to head high like paris milton the Bradley the hilton im the bedroom the strangler tell all broads to choke on this n go 4 broke i only joke the less the smoke vest seriously furious curious how many contests have u won 5 to none im the munto day the none done im the one to retail the shit to hell n bail all up in the sun
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