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I'm loco with my porno Expose naked photos Hoes know the flow I fold 'em in a chokehold The low blows and headbutts Up low, peep my vocals The sex reprosal Oral sex, far from formal I break it, rape it .38, to your facelift No second, are you fake Cut throat Watch 'em waste it I'll hate them, take it Rob they place, they can't trace it Face it, some replace it, butt in guts, can you taste it? Laced it, erased it, when the bullets blast the pavement You shake it, won't make it, this clip will make your brains split The same hit Blame it on the mari in the basement I'll lay it, spray it down, you clowns just fake it Save it I'll chase it, you can't case it Figure it out, by mistakin' for another fake flip The rain trip, the same clip Riddles in your chest plate The skin rip Naked, screamin' 'Help!,' never made it Created all the chaos, caused the pain you'se sedated Then escalated A rated overrated rape Nickel plated, aim it, what's your set, nigga, claim it I'm wise in these streets, , MADAFUCKONG King David choppa life playa🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up Loud, mashing down the block choppa life style Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out Yo, you think that you fucking pro? On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show Oh, boy, you're just a bore But you tell everybody that you're like busta And you got "rhymes galore" Ain't that something? Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be fronting I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar Of yourself, get a hold Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control (ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse You was definitely doper, when no one knew you I'm on a killing spree, murder sound boy constantly Constantly murder wack MC I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter, Boom! you combust, cause you disgust me Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's company You walk around, mad cause no one's feeling you Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too WRITTEN BY:MARIO MAX PAIN CARRILLO🔥🔥🔥
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