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I got one tatt on my arm, one gat ; a firearm *** dasa rat on ya right arm, a'reddy took
her to my mattress made her lie down And they like the way that i sound, gimme
dat right away So i microwave it, not that one that come
to save it Bey that one get confiscated
That hoe there bro get conjugated But that dnt mean we conjugal
Couple of my homies really wanna skeet it But ine gone be responsible
Bey they could keep her hostage yo Soon as i took my sausage out
She suck it and she swallow the *** And said it tastes just like MacDonald's son
So gimme the beat chief ; the piano, the strings or the drums. I guarantee u never seen no
*** before this one No sight like this before, this my life i
spit it raw *** informers i admonish like they like
to get involved Or musse likes to get it dawg, get infra-redded
dawg, Wetted dawg, i get upset and jus might set
it off And dez rappers a buncha clones like i invented
yall And they hang with a buncha goons i come thru
And jus let it off. Yea boss, dead soft, flickin tear off ;
Their head just because a *** sick and fed up
Instead of talking, ise be getting red up I'm back, doing exactly wat dez *** scared
of. And we comin if you prepared or not
Bringin the heat, it's very hot and the competition is teddy soft. Like the got sprinkled with
Fairy Dust. *** on my buddy list, but i dnt wan no
friends tho Back in the day, i wud probably swing you
off ya Nintendo Again bro, yall neva even see no *** like
this I wish he diss, I'll *** sik him wit the
viciousness. Cuz inna second I'ma uppercut em Y'all brothas
een up to nuthin. Dez *** den push the button, and they know they cushion cotton.
(But) i got one tatt on my arm, *** das the mic i got the crown on. *** wanna act
all assified And they probably gonna act surprised wen
i'm on Everybody gotta appetite for my songs
It's the Guinness and the Backwoods that's wat i'm on
Getting ready for the rap so put the mic on... ....I'm Poetically Immaculate
Everybody wan rewind the track, and wat kind is that
And wanna find the track that i'm on ....Ine uploading ***
Yall *** better buy the track from someone (If) dez *** wanna battle rap den come
on I'll leave ya *** embarrassed after I'm done.
Break ya throat n ***. Have ya neck in a cast for dem to write on. Infact they know
this *** I show dem exactly what a poet is
I'm working daily *** racking up the bonuses. Got no time for foolishness, so give the cap
to who it fit Lemme get back to doin this
This ain't no act im tru with this I'm tryin to maneuver wen they eye me like
a hooligan. Like they might like to shoot at me, I might
need night security! (For true) I got one tatt on my arm
*** wen i rap my battlers back down They dnt really kno my daddy from Rock Sound
Wen it come to this musik we got it on lock down
Gimme my chance i'm not gonna stop... Keep running enuff miles til' i reach the
touchdown One of dez times I big up my whole tribe
Show dem how the Farrington's is carry on live
Knowing wer i come from it make me wanna strive I am not no dum-dum a *** qualified
We got a army..That's if you wanna fight I might say it calmly but this is not alrite
Come thru and bomb you, just cuz we warned you
Acting like you lacking some discipline in ya life
One of my passions *** is christening the mic
If i am not the best then you ain't listen to it right!!