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Yeah, yo

Yo, Mr.G it's a pleasure doing business with you, papa

when you come to mass, I got the AR-15s

The M4A1 carbines, the Barrett REC7s, the Bushmasters

The Floro PDWs, the Robinson Armament XCRs

You know what I'm saying? I'm a gun motherfucker

This is how we gon' get down though right now

Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti

The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey

I pop pills and kill, divisions haunt me

Kill him, then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie

Load the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby

The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches laundry

You's a sucker, motherfucker and that should alarm me

You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army

Y'all make Drake look hard body, that shit appall me

And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey

Unless you want your fucking head shattered, get up off me

I'm about to break fool on you, catch a homi'

Pull the motherfucking biscuit out and catch a body

Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati

The fist hit you dead in the chest, the kamikaze

The flying monkey is Ozbourne like I was Ozzy

Yeah, all I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks

I rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe box

I'm a retard, nips stay on that stupid shit

So disrespectful I slap Christ off the crucifix

I go to your funeral and punch the eulogist

Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't fucking lucrative

That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous

Fuck your opinion, goddamn it, we 'bout to do this shit

Boxcutter hooligan, look what this blade'll do to him

Fuck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of Gin

Kill him then I stand over his body then I shoot again

Fuck coke, get high off of pesticides and fumigants

I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell

I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and fucking kill a whale

Scalpels and all sorts of assortments

Bitch, I'm a pimp, I can sell shit to a toilet

So scram with your suspicious ass, don't make me let the semi blast make me pop the trunk and pull out the semi with the extended mag

Y'all some fruitcakes , rappers talking 'bout fanny bags

Keep the conversation brief, but we ain't talking clinic ash

Just read a shitty comment, now my day is ruined

You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion

I'm an innovator, give a shit what they were doing

Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard, so now my neighbors moving

Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks

Mayo says he dropping his album right after Detox

You into beastiality, getting head from an Ewok

You got it fucked up like a blood trying to C-walk

I throw you off a tree top in a Chevy bumping Pete Rock

Bitch, I'm off the wall just like fucked up Sheetrock

Doctor Lecter, I eat you, rappers get Ethered

Been the shit since papa skee while you sit on your laptop and beat meat