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There's more whack shit than a lil' bit |
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Mother****in football players tryin to rhyme |
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Basketball niggaz, **** the rap game, don't waste your time |
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Stay off the court, get off the ****in football field |
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My rap shit is real, ABC News got you gassed up |
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****ed up from the mouth up |
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Pushin assets, Bentleys and houses |
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Take off your jerseys, grab the mics |
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Shut the **** up, flow for flow |
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Show for show, bitch go for go |
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Them everyday mother****ers you listen to, won't help you |
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when mother****ers rippin you, from asscrack to ankles |
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When I'm dissin you, hold the toilet bowl I'm pissin too |
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Make your white Persian rugs turn yellow - HELLO!!!! |
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You ****ed up with a commercial-ass nigga, soft as Jello |
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You mother****ers head back to gas, somethin more mellow |
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Shit on your telephones and change your zip code zones |
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Reptile alien mother****ers, gorillas comin toward me |
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I shit on you clones, and defecate twice in your ice cream cones |
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Let a Mexican tell you |
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Why did you try to embarass yourself and rap against, Kool Keith homes? |
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Take your basketballs and stick it up your ASS |
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Take your footballs and stick it up yo' ASS |
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I battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class |
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Give your whack-ass friends a enema |
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Your girlfriends witness my shit, with a buddy pass |
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I concentrate, break down mother****ers fast |
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G-string niggaz, cover your ass |
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Dumb ass bitches be quiet - my boyfriend's all that |
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He's 245 pounds worth of muscle, he can rap fast |
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Happy New Year bitch! Kiss my ASS |
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You know the kid, I'm Bill BLASS |
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**** around, you got the GAS |
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All you mother****ers comin out here for the awards and shit |
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****in go back home |
