aiyo fo real, i dont need a record deal
to make all you fake rap *******s look like bums who play with a bottle and make it hum
go chew some gum coz ya breath smell like ass crack
'aiyo nigga why dat??'
coz his face been up russels simmons
'yo dats wack'
i heard ya
dis be lyrical murda
break it down and serve ya
lyrically raping all u mutha****az out there in party land
the beats rubs u up from ya head to ya feet
then the lyrics invade your clothes, u foldin the fold in ya fabric
this **** is like magic
you has-been
i **** shoot ya in white spleen
just like some **** off a movie screen
ya hear me, me and my dawg babyboy hold dis **** down
got it locked up tighter than clinton's daughter, dat ***** chelsea
'hell nah nigga she loose as ****'
well hell dawg just gimme a buck
and ima go propositon her pops, so i can **** his daughter
coz we all know clinton's have a weakness for sex offers
'aiyo nigga u be killin it'
yah but cashmoney made the millions and got da cars and ****
why dont i got dat ****
'nigga u real as ****
u dont need that stuff'
yeah i hear but beware
coz people tend 2 stare
at this paki-nigga who be a thriller
just like dat cat from manilla
i bust a cap in ya skrilla
just fo tryin 2 block my dealer
from sellin me da weed that
i need to proceed with my free...style
i be actin wild
**** u other ho's
wearin pretty clothes but u didnt know
dat ya man be ****in about six other bitches on da side
girl its time u sliiiide, away
just like oasis on definitely maybe
but im not quite sure
what the **** i be the king of metaphors
and lyrical terrorism is a skill full of vision
like the skill ya girl has when she be swallowin my jism
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