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Wake up, open the shutters, shove the bogus shit in the cupboard you ain't as broke the others you grown in the suburbs/, no one above us, moment of peace please, these fuckers monkeying around throwing they feces/, I'm a superstar, you a pro in the D-league prone to a beating that will you owner of knee slings/, you can't provoke me with bee stings, defecating when you die's only time you throwing a mean streak/, this is the price to boast do it during my hourly wage, you listening to the sound of thousand grenades/ I'm just a wilderbeast, chilling in the limelight, you dead meat I make a killing off of wildlife/, don't be upset mama, ya boy cut off all ties, like I took a pair of scissors to they neck collars/, ya wife been a whore, what you thought she taking classes yeah she got enrollment, in a course
They said you better get immersed boy, don't blow your load on the 1st joint, pace yourself when murdering earth toys/, your face belongs in the mud, as a child I was longing for love, none around eyes drawn to the sun/ blind to the fear so on mics, I'm sublime in your ears, in my prime till I'm Iverson in China with beers/, long face drawing blanks, I guess you can say my bars spaced, motherboard good neighbor all-state/, if you not included you may partake, strategically war-based, defeat you in increasingly more ways/, talent is slim pickens as asking thickness with a small waist, we need Brazilian women in our state/, you in the wrong race, left turning all day while we taking rights, like correctional hallways/, one direction is your craze, but like the stage in New York I was destined for Broadways
This here might hurt you, my bars cockblocking rappers worse than Cinderella's midnight curfew/, I be that technician explicit as splitting up with ya ex, colder than breaking up through a text message/ skills on display, like exhibits I barrel through your speakers scare the piss, out the narrowest urethra/, don't surprised a bit if you find I'm a pile of shit I wouldn't grant a terminally ill patients dying wish/, when multiple shots are fired, better wear vests, or you finna go pop like Kevin Ware's leg/, when that weight lifted, you be certain to spot I'll leave your block looking uglier than Ferguson got/, I'm what your life has been missing a slice of a sight to behold you trying to decipher existence you'll likely be wrong/, you was soaping like a foul mouth hoping to astound crowds yo legacy is floating through a soundcloud
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