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00:00They say I'm the best in here, picture your wife fucking your twin, I'm like him, may the best men win, so later for you bums, a ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue, I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer, and you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister,
00:29y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be wildin', on TV everyday I turn to y'all and y'all be cryin', I'm surgical with this motherfuckin' pen, the sickest niggas spittin' to the end,
00:43I don't really have to go against actors, I'm the last lyrical WTF OMG factor, so back off or I'll blow your kneecap off, I'ma eat this beat like I be eatin' vegan, in the streets where the beef is, and the car goin' beep beep, while I roll over the drums, it's a straight pill to the piece,
00:55about to build me a time machine, and get in it and go back, I'm done, five frank maybe an Al Capone, like can y'all autograph my gun, I ain't tryin' that hard right now, I'm just havin' fun, tell the whole world I just had a son, first name Earth, last name Nun, you live on that and your cash ain't cum, nigga don't spit that shit, ass ain't gun, raised by a gangster, come in the house with your ass whooped, then you get a ass whooped bun,
01:14what a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin' cold, cause the bathroom faucet is on, the reason why I grab you, stab you, out rap you, when I ain't feelin' like talkin' with chrome, heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thuggin', but I probably just bit on my mother, had to heat up the house with the oven, had to spend the night with my cousin, yes I be poppin' lots of shit, you can't do nothin' bout it bitch, so get your heads up or be my rockin' soccer opposite,
01:33I'm like a stock of bond, that could drop a bomb, ridin' slow with the slide and dough on the side, open on that minivan intended for no soccer mom, light us up high, I'm your fire supply, ridin' with mad skills, I'm ill so hire your guy, nobody's harder, he don't give a fuck what he slaughters, he will drag his slutty daughter through the muddy waters, this beat is baked, get it outta me, I can shit it out me, it's eight, I think I owe Drake an apology,
02:03Tweet about that you lil' fuckin' fruit