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[Intro:] Haaa {What do ya think I am some kind of Jerk or something? } You alright? I'm good man, shut the fuck up Shout out D.R. Period, man My bad I took so long with the beat man I know you gotta make your gwop, sold it and shit, you know I ain't trippin man, I'll be back, get some more from ya I've had this motherfucker two years It's all good man, shit happens, I'mma still rip it though O Dot, shout out to Hip Hop Game [Verse 1:] When the fire spits it'll fry your entire wig and expire clicks I'm trying to dip and grind, hit those notes that Mariah hits I, kick my crying bitch out naked in a vacant lot While taking off a cross that I sold her and told her - shake it off I'm past bent on Fabson Dice and Smirnoff Bout to call this ho, smash and slice my ear off They biting in a mic fight like a Tyson square off Poltergeist, who hear songs when the lights appear off I, sleep, eat, think, shit and speak ink Fuck what ya'll each think, raw to the core like the meat's pink And hard as a floor on the precinct while ya teen thinks That you're a chain letter for 7 days, the weak link Fuck a bottle of Mo', gimme alotta the dro Letras de cancionesBout twelve cheap drinks and model that hoes whose feet stink Pete'll have ya bitch in the kitchen sniffing, baring it all Only wearing a bra, condition in the hair on my balls Not embarrassed at all, nah, just used to horse shit And I'm pore white trash like a used Biore strip So I be on some bougie corn shit I take her to the movies, but it's usually porn flicks Too Cop, so many tracks you won't believe when I'm dead So many tracks you think I had a fucking weave in my head An expert plotting to network my next work Until my face is all up in the hood - like an LRG sweatshirt Dead serious, got every set fearing us Even the best lyricists are scared to guest appear with us Scar you bitches and give you a barber finish In a Sharper Image in that store with all the chairs that give massages in it I got to kill him, if you balling drop a billion I'mma take ya gwop who's not a feeling? I'm in the all white Bronco with a cup of vodka and OJ chilly Multi-spilt Philly, so high I feel guilty Oh my, no lie, I appear near to the stars I'm Tom Arnold, I owe my whole career to the Barrs You ain't as, nearly as raw, bet I'm popping seven oxycotin Sweating bullets so big that they could be shot in weapons Three bitches ran past the door After they made me stretch like Reid Richards I skeet bitches, now that's what I call a Fantastic 4 Now leave bitches, and that's for sure See that thing where the key twitches? That's the door I got raps galore, shit I ain't even spat before Just stumbled across it wondering what the fuck that was for I got a screw loose, to the Phillips to the latch of ya casket door To ensure I'mma bury the bastard poor We shot a movie of her sucking on my dick Show you the gag reel and I don't mean she's fucking up the script I'm something like a pimp, dumping something like a clip At the motherfucker I heard busting something that I spit What? Heh, dogg should I punish him or quit? (Make it quick, let's get the fuck up out this bitch) Aight... [Verse 2:] The mixtape in my whip loud enough to shake Still dosed off, then awoke swerving crazy Luckily gun sound effects were loud as heck to wake me Buckle ya child up for safety, I don't want your baby To smash the dashboard when I pile up ya Mercedes Miles per hour, eighty, I'm lazy, I ride Blazing an eigth of my great grandpa's haze for his eyes Rented X5, my ex in it, her mind got sex in it Belly got X in it like Hype directed it So you know what came next and shit (What?) me This chick ain't came yet like how Jews see Jesus Nobody sees us, don't believe us, it's nothing repping God blessed me, it's like He think I sneezed up in heaven I need what you're getting so I'm treed up spitting Dissing C-Dub please chump, I feed from your shitting You're so desperate for the wealth and the love You'd fill yaself full of slugs and kill yaself for the buzz O Diesel, C.O's lethal, it's no people as evil The flow equal, as O and P do, cept Hov, Sigel, Eminem in his prime If you feminine in ya lines write Lil Kim and them's rhymes I've been in town with the pens or to begin in a Genesis Wasn't a sentence I'd finish when God was practicing penmenship I ain't acting, I pen a script, I'm narrating now I'll make you go from wearing a crown to "where are they now? " [Outro:] O motherfucking Dot! 614! {What do you think I am, some kind of jerk or something? } You motherfucking, what the fuck? You know what, no wonder you fucking dropped out You god damn moron, you'r a fucking hunk of shit I hate you, you're a big nosed bitch Ay, tell em Wayto called Wayto who? Way to suck my diiiickkkkk Yo man, I'mma get outta here From Letras Mania