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Lyrics
ima soddom this fool, he talkin like he greazy
but the grease off his head is enough to cook up some food
and now you talkin like round 2
is a step away, but my tounge is bolt action
i cocked and let the weapon spray
ya bitch looks like a klingon, how could she cling on
to such a digusting piece of shit, you must be gay
plus, your a black giraffe with a neck big enough
to hide ya faults, so lets get right down to brass tax
you a man of islam correct? but isnt islam
the exact reason why none of you faggots gettin respect
takin a shot at ya religion, a shot at ya wife
basically, busted a nutt on both of them entitys twice
he hopin on the nutts, i had to beg, get off of me fag
see how shitty this dude is just like a colostity bag
you old school, im new dope, you my seventys version
but god said fuck you, you dont get seventy virgins
but whats funny is, the shit you be on
is the same shit i took, and wiped my fuckin ass with the book of quran
this is america buddy, n i dont respect bush
neither does ya girl, tell her to trim her fuckin bush
shave her mustache, you could rearrange her nose
actually, fix everything from her wig to her toes
so fuck allah, fuck you and fuck akbar
im shittin on him, he runnin, call me the real track star
never do biz with laz, hes mad shady
ya girls erykah badu i told that bitch to wear a bag lady
ya know im mad crazy, come to switch the style up
and if he hate, then let em hate and watch his body pile up
are you a terroriust, mad cause you wack
hopin around lookin like a kermit the frog on crack
who the fuck you think you fuckin with sonny
i got the stamina to take this bitch over, im gettin money
you gets nothing, not a single motha fuckin dime
cause you garbage beats, and spit such horrendous lines
his style is corny, his clothes nobody could feel
come around me in that get up and u probably never will
try to copy cause im ill, ill drop this kid on his back
so raw, meat packers tried to put me in the bag
