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Came back from the dead Just to prove that I’m the GOAT of this This rap shit, is an sport so I’m a treat it like a pro, little bitch Nasty with the flow, like a gizzard Snakes around, I know when they slither I gotta a fucked up vision But it's too explicit for the children Gotta killing addiction, lyrically viscous No offences, over fences, I'm in the cut So I guess you can call it fencing Got so much heat, I'm stuck in the kitchen What I look like, coming in the game Drowning who swimming in money Then leave em flopping, like its fucking fishing Diss me, bitch, I know the fuck, you won’t And the score is adding up, so I can see why your ass don't get the point I go cray on, anything that's sent to me You see flying colors, fair to see, your Grave will have no flowers, courtesy, of me Niggas high, you thinking you can stand A chance, you should gather up ya mans If I don’t fuck with you, I'm being honest man Pussy niggas talk and they ran away Letras de cancionesI feel like Bandingo, you fend to die today I’m on a whole other level With a different flow, when I’m messed with And I’m in another zone, in a different episode With the flames on me, through my essence I don't speak to no fuck nigga I won't get controlled by the system Eeny meeny miny moe, my bullets Never ever missing, ruthless, with what I do It would be stupid to follow suit I'm a fucking misfit, so what the Fuck are u fend to do, this the twilight zone, nigga Weird shit might occur around you Bad bitch, on me, I got the power like Kid Goku Yeah, I think I did my job, Dingo kill that shit [Verse 3: Bandingo] From Letras Mania