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Ya want me to kill it? Im killin it quick, yo//
Cuz im slick wita bic n equipped wit a sick flo//
Put bricks through ya window, kill ya, n give dick to ya widow//
Dip n put a motha f*** in mint on ya pillow// Wow!
I said ide get this shyt crackin Yall askin//
how?d it happened,, How Joker Joe go from CO to rappin//
Bastards, I told you I had it//
David blain of the game, came to drop that track magic// Damnet!
getcha face lift, Joes known to go ape shyt//
Lights out, go nighty night, flip ya brain switch//
Im busy bangin pussy, yall b*** es take dick//
gotta problem droppin bombs, for me, it aint shyt// What?
Yeah im sick wit this language//
cats talkin out they ass, & swear to God they aint say shyt//
Face to face get brave, ok, I aim quick//
Aim, click, bang, dip, see em get they brain split//
See these b*** es aint shyt!
everybody coppin me, & that aint a shock to me//
For my shyt to be a part of their property, I drop properly//
I spit logically, pissed at the economy//
N im proud to be a king, who opts to bottom feed//
Why? due to poverty, & how worthless dollars be//
I gotta rock a beat or pray to God I hit the lottery//
governments fluctuates, off balance, teeter tottering//
While I wait patiently for an angel, tick tockery//
I think probably, Im the hip hop Socrates//
Follow me, these other mother f*** ers is a mockery//
Gotta be lack of knowledge, probably, its gotta be//
They cashin in on tracks, I call it drop robbery//
So I think positive, they ass, like sodomy//
N if they can do it, surely aint nobody out here stopping me//
known to drop crack, but im broke like old pottery//
A little bit of big, but I got a lotta pac in me//
