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Take a step back, you busy moving behind me Way too high up altitude for you to even find me You tiny, I smack your little hiny You slimy, fuck-nut There ain't a word in this world that define me What's up? We got a runner, a roadrunner Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse Get loose, I guess that's always a excuse Magnificent sophisticated rhythm I define overdrive, go check the definition Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions To kill 'em (kill 'em all) position without over ambitious conditions This is how I do all of my operations I'm never doing anything in moderation And I never give anybody cooperation Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion I got these sucker MC's wrapped around my finger like some rings (rings) Now bow the fuck down to The King ([?] bitch) Don't be playin' with the West Coast Super Saiyan I hear you talk a lot of shit, but ain't shit until you get to sprayin' (ain't shit) Stay payin' all my bills, poppin' on my pills Robbing all the banks with my GTA-skills What's the beat, kid? This shit a banger Tanqueray up in my cup, I ain't a singer Letras de cancionesIn love with the money bags Motherfuckers spitting out shit like my white ass Rolling fast down your block in a ski mask Looking for a dollar sign? Where the weeds at? Huh bitch I've seen that I'm a sticky icky nitpicky, tickin' time bomb Swear on my mom's, yo, my shit is beyond Givin' you a cold shoulder to cry on I'm in the corner with a cap on, spraying Krylon Infect your mind with my intellect, no indirect Attackin' I be on my best Inventing more ways everyday to keep the world upset I'm living rent free in your head till you snap your neck Lay low for a second then I come back up And act up on you cunts then I ash my blunt Inside your eyes socket shoot rockets that can't be blocked And every gear winded up all the way I can't be stopped The radius is infinite (infi-infinite) so if you think that you can hide You better go find another shelter to go inside Different planets to inhabit cause we can not coincide On this one, I don't have a fuck to give, son Let the beat drop it keeping my feet hot Say one wrong word, you getting your teeth knocked Got you on the verge of death begging me, please stop (please stop) But I never stop shit, im just sippin' my tea pot I Murdered a beat and drop it off on your front porch And that's the real reason why your parents got divorced (fuck you Jared) Done more coke in my day than Scott Storch The human torch, put me out and throw me overboard Dooby lit, dually cocked, machete in my sock Duly noted but I knew you was cop And that shit ain't gon' fly I'm a Smoked Out, Loced Out Sword swinging kinda guy And I'm tryna die (tryna die) Get outta line, son, and stay there (stay there) I pull up with more snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear (polar bear) Stayin' dope, I poke a lot of smot In the parkin' lot, taking up three handicapped spots Grab the cash up out my palace Sippin' on Dom Pérignon out my chalice Trippin' like Alice, straight malice Throwing off your balance Bustin' rap so fast, I give your fat ass a callus From Letras Mania