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Lyrics
Choclate baller blockin, you can stay ya voice shoulda neva left the closet/
My brain ive lost-it, ive beenl locked-in basements like holocauset-kids/
Where you been get wit this quick shit i spit you sound like dren, best friends of just-twins/
Ya flow was old-scholl soundin like a gay-ass-man, even dren said he could “””remeba way back when”””///
Ya voice was garbage ya need to back-down, in audio you more wack so god-damn/
Okay you get the point, hit-the-joint suck a dick ya luck-is-shit wrecked it and bent ouuta-shape, you was gave a lotta days to script and post straight.
Okay know my point made and 8 days you could came with a cleaner slate but like albert hey hey hey/
Not quite a miracle, this aint 34st street, ya flow is nasty like dirty-whores-feet/
Hokker walkin down the ave, i clowned-ya-bad/
You get mo mens ass then toilet-paper, i get mo cash then investment-bankas/
You get-that ya shits-wack so get-back ya sick-bastard/
Got germs and shit, mic is more unclear then terms-so-quit/
Ill turn-this-shit im the victor, maybe when drunk off hard liquor you can spit-quicker/
And come wit betta rhymes to deliver, but til then lay the mic-downm fuck you bitch
