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yall be found dead-in-a-trunk, while i'm headed-to-lunch,
imma win-here, and it's-clear, i'm wreckin-ya-punks,
i'll tip-ya-off, Stam's the next-to-get-jumped,
blow past herbs, smokin sherm, you get left-in-the-dust,
slice ya up till i could step-in-the-cut,
this dog's fetchin the kill, so i'm gettin-the-bucks,
i got the proof, you can check-it-i'm-drunk,
cause in the booth, i murder dudes, even when-in-a-slump, [SUCKA]
yall some spanish pussy and a mexican-cunt,
cause honestly, he's jockin me, even checkin-my-cup,
so we can hit the shower and test-if-ya-want,
but i don't suggest, goin yet, while i'm flexin-my-stuff,
and ya better know that aesthetic'll-just,
send the cash to my pad, gimme my check-and-i'm-done,
you'll get frazzled, i'll be messin-you-up,
hold it now, toll the bells, ya neck'll-get-rung,
i slaughter-clowns, i'm vexed-and-i'm-tough,
use lines so watered down, that my weapons'll-rust,
i go distance, when elected-to-run,
with stamina in the sack, like tantra meditation-shit-does,
you'll need medical-stuff, cause the cycle is ya broke,
shouldn't a spoke, but keep peddlin-chump,
hold up a sec... or get consecutive-lumps,
cause if ya aint rollin on ya bike than ya catchin-the-bus,
[ PLAYA ] get the bucks, i'm collectin-the-stuff,
you're going out before noon, man i'll send-ya-to-brunch,
so ya better learn it, else this lesson'll-just,
be a waist-of-time, i'll tell you, like clocks on a belt-loop.
don't think i'd break the scheme for a second-ya-punk,
cause the adrenaline is tellin him be expectin-a-rush,
you'll get clubbed... till ya screamin-and-yelp,
what a punk, he's turnin flush, while i'm dealin-some-L's,
chump... and berkowitz, he'll be eager-to-help,
cause he's tryin to avoid a beatin by this deamon-from-hell,
i'm steamin-mad, believe-it-and, i'm thinkin-i'll-tell,
on ya wack-ass, for trash-raps, and thinkin-they'll-sell,
i'm a class-act, my half-ass, pieces-are-shelved,
next to classics, while stam's-shit, won't even-get-felt,
no one be touchin ya junk, believe-it-or-else,
cause no doubt, you could rub one out, barely feelin-yaself,
understand... got a couple meanings-and-well,
i doubt ya knew-it, so screw-it, man i'm leavin-it-out,
figure out the gravity... get beaten-with-stealth,
rack ya balls, i got the pool, ya tounge's cleanin-the-felt,
so cue it up, i get a meal-and-what-else?
oh yeah, a hundred-bones, looky-yo, they squealin-for-help,
FAGGOTS... you'll get chopped, man, my cleaver'll-tell,
ya tryin to get a leg up results in bleedin-and-well,
it be gruesome, i use-them, weaklings-to-tell,
you'll both get the same thing, you're receivin-a-welt,
i spit a force, stop ya breathin-and-sell,
ya lungs on the black market to some lukima-belle,
stamalicious... i'm mad and am that vicious,
i had to attack bitches, the fact is a rap with this,
class that'll cast-sickness, spit fast and the mack gets it,
if ya don't think you'll get served here's ya meal and the damn dishes,
but check it out, i got a reason-to-tell,
if you wanna come off of the head, then i'm peelin-ya-skelp,
i'm the champion, damnit-man, i'm here-for-the-wealth,
on ya shoulders, hold me up, but ya aint stealin-the-belt,
so both of you figure out no one's reachin-to-help,
yall small cookies, and i just ate the keebler-elf,
let's get it straight, unlike ya sexual-orientation,
ya borin-and-gay-when ever ya makin a statement,
and there's a rumor about ya fags, shall-we,
point out a cock in ya ass is right up ya back-alley... FAGGOT
and i heard this thing Stam said on the move-in,
it goes "out with the old, and in with the nude-men."
honestly... he'sa queer, and i'll finish-it,
with a trap on AIM and 'stamina walks' right into it.
ya couldn't touch me dog, it's hammerin-time,
and we aint tying though, but i'll leave stam-in-a-bind.
cause honeslty he can handle-a-cock,
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