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Yall dont wanna f*** with me on a track like this
Halloween style, this is a treat for all you kids
1000 friends, 10 comments, is anyone listenin?
I'm bout to bless this children, here is my christian
Clear my f*** in vision when, I bring the tension in
3 demented grins, killin tracks, please repent all of my sins
I dont think its possible, hopin over obstacles
We g's over here, yall still callin cops on foes
That is ridiculous, landings, yo, im stickin it
Love to travel, but im still stuck up on this pivot sh**
Check my deliverance, make u quiver and wense
I wont stop until i spit out a f*** in ligament
Yall been fake since last year, all facts feared
Winnin champion-ships, watch out black beard
You wanna get the testin, and steppin, well where u reppin?
Respect it, my lips are my weapons, kill u in seconds
Or segments, whichever seems to have more relevance
I shake the ground like herds of african elephants
What u embelish in, im always fresh when
I'm tryin to get dirty money from rhymes and embezzlement
Yall gone be yellin this, askin whos this yellow kid
Then ill blow up in your face ima hot kettle b***
Ima just settle this, build my own settlement
From ship wrecks, and deep sea treasure sediments
Dont care who im better than, mic p, gotta better him
Then ill form like voltron, and blast the head off him
Then I sped off friend, so hold on to ya draws
Not a peasant in society but spit untouchable bars
Gotta know your history to understand that line
No mime but I stay boxin emcees out all the time
So devine, ask t-pain, im acustomed to winning
Yall think its the ending, but trust me its just the beginning
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