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Lyrics
i'm foul when i growl, got him howlin "over the back!"/
float on this track 'over ree' like his falopian sacs/
roasted a batch, this match is gonna torch u w/ quips/
danny 'nose' he'll get 'burned' when i light this roach @ his lips/
best believe that he's wheezin when P's revokin his status/
look how this 'winded' leave him breathin thru a broke apparatus/
+ if u dont know what that is then ur just feedin the hype/
then we see more wack emcees like danny ree on the mic/
ur on ur knees in this fight how P's impedin ur height/
his dick is like a clit but it aint pleasin a dyke/
ur writs the cheapest of types like dem expedia flights/
so elite that my light leavin him venetian w/ sight/
u got the freedom to gripe, i be the 'ree's son' he's tyke/
biggest nuisance to this student when his teacher just strikes/
+ the season is ripe so fuck the peace in a pipe/
my rifle be like eiffel so "dsee"ing the snipe/
popo read him his rights + no one pardons his plight/
no bitin or ghostwritin when i barred what he writes/
the tears he's startin to wipe, bizarreness scarrin his psych/
ur compilation's constipation, it's the hardest shit....
SIKE!!