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Entering my personal space with an intent to harm may be a direct ticket down under Not to be confused with Australia and New Zealand This ticket is usually issued after your reaction to the bitch slap Somebody go hit the coroner there's been a mishap This one's a real altercation and no fucking diss rap Thinkin' about phonkin' with us and you take a big nap All of the drama because of the sauna You got it because of the bitch slap Everybody's got an expiration date But you running your mouth can make your date arrive faster You come up in my circle with that other shit I'm sure that we can help you out and take you to your master Let's go! Bitch slap! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- Phonk is the condition, won’t give up submission Wrong as fuck for the hissin' at the throne that buss the clip and hush the trippin' That a strong enough description? You don’t listen - ya slipping! This expression doesn’t apply to women Just the men when utterly sinnin' Letras de cancionesGonna be winnin' souls within ‘em when I blast those Especially if you don’t see no kinda grinnin' After your lip in the beginning up shit creek is where you swimmin' you asshole Bitch slap! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- (GreatDaeg) Talking all your shit, cut the crap (Cut the crap) I don't do the chit chat, I bitch slap (I bitch slap) You big cap (Big cap), you big mad (Big Mad) You need a hand but you gon' get this bitch slap (Yah) Look me in my face, look me in my eyes (In my eyes) Lil' Myers flow but I don't need the knife (No knife) These hands ain't no joke, make a devil cry (He'll cry) I know it's hard for you to do, but bitch don't kill my vibe You can get it too, get- Bitch slapped! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- By the time you hear the truth, the streets will burn Anyone that looking at what a suicide Do 'em and may confirm I betcha Motherfucker is a prodigal landmine In the medias, never get a number one I'm falling down a fucking flight of stairs Like I'm Jesus fucking Christ Bitter is the blood of everyone who had it coming Don't ignore me, God you bore me with your indecisive sermons I'm tired, tired of avoiding what must still be said Stealing from the hands of those gathered Show me where you stand on this matter Bitch slap! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- Ayy yo, Tech! Hold up I got something to say on this shit real quick man Yo At it again Let me find out you been yapping your lips That's an offense I ain't gon' stand for this shit, I'm throwing Colin Kaepernick fits I'll gladly assist you and spit in your face I'll dismantle your tissue, the issues I bring Are as tragic as missiles and quick to repay enemies with the pain Is you afraid? Probably so Bitch, I'm rowdy and treading where don't nobody go Lining haters up, eenie, miney, moe, now he goes adios Then I reload the beast mode to behold the King's throne Get deboed and be gone If you don't wanna get bitch slapped, don't leave home, nigga Bitch slap! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- Bitch slap! Quick cap! Bitch slap! Quick- From Letras Mania