He got Bout four five Things in him He stang like Them fang bites Bang venom The sick beats Got swang and A hang in them And his gang Said they all kangs Get em Cuttin up the coke Got a pretty little coat And pretty a little throat Singing words instead notes Like How come I gotta fight tho Gods clumsy man fuckin up with typos Wrote me a story of a clear mind And nice goals Nice sounding Man kids got nice flow But meanwhile mixing art with chasin gold Its the oldest story ever told So im feelin foldin in Cards while I still got my dignitiy Mutha fuckers go far for Four cars they piggy ing While yall kissing on they pinky rings Im pinky and my brain is Making fat beats And so the pain is Twainin back of knees With my story tellin Famous Nah See thats the fog right thur So I got my gogs on my nogs Lightyear buzzin At the speed of light M O Ds pretty tight Specially when I bust up on the mic Yeah I keep right I mean I come correct Fuckin with my pen game Now its time to flex Chorus Run up on th knowledge when I come up Run up on th majiK when I come up Run up on they blood Run up on they guns Run up when I come up I wanna be the one cum too My words play like my tongue is Cut you Sharp Shark life Never stop movin When I make my beats Im doin awkward groovy Better than scoooby Snack attack blame the dooby Here he go again talkin bout that booby trap Hairy little monster Saw her eat her face into a nap She lookin rather cute with her back pack This man rhymes like no one Cept everyone ive listened to Fact Youre a dinner food Chicken Im like you but be different Cocky The Ywhy makes me a little more saucy See I asked questions to mr. mrs. bossy She who is him the dudes a little cosmic She calls me Man dudes a little comic Peep it Ill tell yall the secret Stop bein afraid of the way of keeper of peace Knowledge has the keys to the feast If you use a coupon its endless pancakes on Thursdays
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