Every time I come on the beat you know Im killing it Heard your mumma crying shes crying because Im filling it With the mad music you can only fathom with your pilling it Filling em with trillion, millions of Magic of my tune I said my tunes Hot can you feel the fire? What do my lyrics inspire? No so you dont desire? Ahh what girl you tired? Cause Im killing the beat and Im raising it up Infect the rhythm cause my lyric corrupt Nigga Plug me in and Ill still erupt Because noise stop the beat, quite quite abrupt Cause I ruck, I duck, I bust the nut You stuck, you flucked, you kinda flucked You could have, a rabbits foot, a seven clover, pot of gold And you wouldnt have have dat half that Half my luck So where this music thing going Going HAM without knowing Cause I knock these pig down because the wolf is blowing Im playing round on the beat While posing You playing round with your feet You toeing My bike, ride it with greeze Like Logan Your girl on ice like Mr Freeze She frozen Head for the door Cause you heard my roar You heard the paws Equipped with claws When you saw the sword Welt! Try and defend yourself But you poor You cant afford the top shelf Go patch you door up with some crap felt Get your daddys belt And your mummas kilt And some candle wax melt And I promise I will come through and tear up everybody Go on try and test my story Go on try and take my glory I swear youll be sorry Naughty girl she acting rude But know she really just wants my food Put it where? Well fetch the lube But I swear you a virgin shut up dude But Im trying not to go too crazy Hard because its getting hazy God I want to drive my dad mercerdies So I can trick girls into having my babies Damn man that was kind of messed up I mean it wont work come on fess up Why you two talking to me Im crazy Im still gonna try my luck
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