[IntroZoetic] Yea, shout out to Ocki, Rhill, Hippy A, free my brotha Bread lets get it [Verse 1Zoetic] Cha! Armani Armani got it on my head and all over my body! You gas like a Saudi, your rhymes are so shoddy, ya style is goddy! Im mixin the purple and sprite, lookin right, if you wanna take a sip Got lasers on pistols, I dont need to aim, i just shoot it from the hip! Empty the clip and dip and grip the wheel of the whip and then i make another trip SLOW IT DOWN, we takin aim, hear my homies pistol bang So i do the same thang, try to shoot em in the brain Out on bail, in my zone, gettin blown like C4 CEO, top dog, gettin Crunk off Olde English If you have any doubts, now i bet they are diminished Imma linguist, you a gymnist, got my flows defying physics So she suckin on my penis like Swedish Fish in the icee Bitch i might be, guilty until proven innocent Im an American citizen, so why are you acting so insolent? I go for the dividends, hopped up on stimulants, feelin so vigilant This shit is so easy, Im takin a break cause Im tired of killin it ....Whatd i say?! Fifty thousand for a verse? Thats like three hundred a word Thats like two hundred and fifty words, bet you half of thems a curse All you twerps all rap the worst, bet ill make you all disperse Swing batter batter batter, now my pockets gettin fatter When i let the bullets scatter, make you silence all the chatter Talkin all this shit drown em out wit the doof doof! And then Im out like poof poof! Hope ya windows are bulletproof, cause if theyre not then Im rippin out yo fuckin roof On ya little coop, give my crew a little boost, got my dogs barkin at ya dead body like woof woof! Now Im back at it, Im the rap savage, got my wolf pack, call me Zach Galifinakis My bitch is an actress, shes into high fashion Gucci, Fendi, Prada, give her meat like Lady Gaga Eat her enchilada till its bout to explode, about to bust a load, got her in the bed yellin out GRENADA! They say honor thy father! but what if mines a problem? I dont know mama, i choose marijuana Smokin in my pajamas, thats how i make my genres I pop all seven chakras, period, colon, comma And no this aint a mantra, but youre repeating it Like a new fashion trend, thats how you are treating it Just beat it bitch, you dont know who youre dealing wit, or who you competin wit Versace Versace, just shut the fuck up youre not even a rapper You started an actor and now you make music you think youre the master Your career is ass backwards, a mainstream disaster, you tryna rap faster Its easy to make it in this god damn game, when you already got money And you think that you a spitter, make a couple radio hits and they all follow you like twitter Ugh, sayin that word makes me bitter Cause on that social network site, all the white guys be like Unnh, Versace Versace but really the truth is i wear Abercrombie No new friends i woke up in a new Bugatti Eight gold rings like Shabba Ranks buddy!
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