I Aint a hater Bitch Im a dog I sniff you pussies out Of a crowd in a foggy mist and shit.. Lyrical Lunatics Me and my syndicates are sick in the mental gets Any instrumental Rip the shit excramental it Them extra men with extra clips Are sure to never miss Wtf im talking bout never shot a gun in my life But please believe the Beav When he says hell stick a knife thru your windpipe go night night In between your clean european linen smellin sheets While the real thugs Peddlin are dying on the same streets You spit on. These Bars shine Opposite of Akon when he first bombed, Hey mom ya kids gone To the top no cape on Fake emcees fall off like leaves Watch me get my rake on Watch me get my ray gun on these zombie muther fuckers, Whippin thru emcees I cant believe its not butter! Better have a better system If this boy you try to diss him See this kid is full of wisdom Mouths infected lyricism Your just infected with my jizzm Nasty girl U might defeat me In your imaginary world Other than that clap that You act like an ass ill slap that Funny look off your face, like your diet consists of purely bad crack Funny cat but nothing to laugh at Ill end up having to smoke one for you ...where the fuck I leave my sack at? Voice is circlin you
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