Verse 1 I chopped a girl named Demi, call me the butcher Demi wanted Moore so she went back Kutcher Forget, that broad she should notice me now It wasnt a matter of when, it was a matter of how See, I met another broad named Keisha She said she smoked sisha She said Im a pleaser I learned she had a boyfriend and told him I can make your girl hit, hit more keys than Alycia Believe me, Really After me, ill have your girl walking like Genie I told you everything is mine like chile Believe it or not, okay Mr. Ripley Watsup Chorus You aint ready for this man, you aint ready for this This that deep, deep flow straight from the abyss You aint ready for this Verse 2 I never really liked pepsi it wasnt up to par I much prefer coke like Escobar Broads hate on me cause I never call Blokes hate cause my money Robert wadlow tall Its like Im King, I got rappers bowing down on one knee I would be surprised if they asked will marry me I got filling, a filling like a cavity I got a feeling, a feeling like the black eyed peas Dont ask me no questions, just ask geeves I dont bare arms, I wear long sleeves Geez, I told you Im Richie like Nicole Cause of my unforgettable flow that, Nat King Cole Its creeps on you, I told you Im a lyricist Girl, dont try and fight it like a pacifist Believe me, Eric Wright, its too Eazy Hitting broads like Chris Brezzy Thats whats up Chorus You aint ready for this man, you aint ready for this This that deep, deep flow straight from the abyss You aint ready for this
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