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Lyrics
Verse 1
Dis is for abs whos gonna collapse I had to shoot//
Till ya stomach muscles stand up I made ya Abs Salute//
I ravish you till u black and blue and as far as runnin//
After dis no one will see abs at all like Bizarre's stomach//
I play catch wit dis fat boy as long as it's airplay//
I dropped dis piece of crap in mid-air like toilets on airplanes//
I'm stronger than airwaves So I spit to hurt you//
And Put more shellz on ya back than Ninja turtles//
I will stomp dis homo so hard he will need a plate in his chest//
u kno your gonna lose becuz ya locations correct//
So I'm raisin da bets cuz two bombs burnin em//
Bullets grazin ya vest till ya back fold down like futon furniture//
I aint gotta talk gangsta like u kno Dame hold a glock//
Cuz Abs its back to da drawin board so heres ya crayola box//
And never the less If I step on his chest//
Dat I can play Baseball with his lungs as he struggles to catch his breath//
Verse 2
I played a game of fatal fury to make him fear me//
And I put a hole in ab faster than a pair of Naval piercings//
u kno I'm holdin a gun so why go toe to toe wit me//
I'm like silent people at weddings I will forever hold my piece//
I carrode ya cheeks and mold ya teeth after I found him bluffin//
Dis battle like payin for an orgasm it amounts to nuttin//
Clowns are duckin cuz Damian's here so I'm cuttin dis loser//
Huggin da ruger becuz no one's feelin abs like rubbin a buddah//
You's a Wack rapper So i'm sluggin dis dike//
I told him stop da funny business and he start unplugin his mic//
Removin ya brain wit salt aint no throwin my focus//
Holdin a locomotive wit my emotion aint losin my train of thought//
He ducks me becuz he fears me when he hears//
Dat I'm gonna make his life shorter than Paula Abdul's Cheerleader carrer//
He's shook when he raps after I put a hook in his back//
like bein blind infront of a train no one ever looks at his tracks//
His Location is in my lost column
