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[Verse 1] |
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I got a big head and a fat ego |
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I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow |
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My pistol is old school class, I'm peeling your ass fast |
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Yo, I'm uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it |
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I'm vocally vicious |
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Naming the best ever, I'm supposed to be listed |
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Even if I'm emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid |
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And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it |
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The fans follow me like disciples, I'm Charlie Heston |
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Not the Moses version, I'm the gun toting version with the rifles |
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Don't let them crabs gash you |
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When I'm jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket and patching your ass and using a machete to smash you |
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I'll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, the flame up |
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Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana |
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All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried |
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Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry |
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Sick of the similar imitating |
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I did it already to pitifully [?] |
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The bigger the better, debate 'em |
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You biting what I'm spitting, you already verbatim |
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I don't need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, fuck lungs |
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I'm like a superhero out of the [?] of the slums |
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Come on |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Checking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress |
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Shocking next to the bed and the watered cash under the mattress |
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As a kid I wasn't into theatrics |
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After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics |
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I ain't into the tight jeans |
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I'm into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes.Annotate |
