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Right now I'm down in my laboratory Makin' matrimony to this microphone No cap at all, you know I ball Like Lebron James with like eight arms I got dank bars, and I'm dribblin' rhythm So killin' no feelin' my vision I get it I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my pen And I'm drawin' my haters so mind your own business One word at a time is a murder of mine 'Cause I vividly do it with innocent lines Catastrophe's waitin' on blank sheets of paper I'll prick my own finger I anger in layers Ahh, woo, country boy got flow Ahh, woo, everybody already knows Said stay off of my hay loft Don't get me high in a seance I'm the only thing rich shouldn't prey on Can't call me to hop on a track 'cause you know I stay on My brain switch broke, made me no joke To fuck around and poke Until I blow up in your face and evaporate you to dust *puff* Everything I heard it, I look like Ernest Don't get whacked and added to my furnace Hip hop knows I had to come and learn it As a class act comin' out of the country Hey, just tattoo a 01 on the side of my face Letras de cancionesThe cops couldn't catch me if these rhymes were at a slow pace I'm the southern spice hip hop didn't have a choice to take 'Cause you could recognize my voice even if I didn't have a motherfuckin' face I'm the bandit on bare feet again And they lookin' like "what's feedin' him He's got enough fuel to be Space X He must be an exo-skeleton" Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral Dig your grave up just to smack you like a walkin' dead recital USA as fuck, no American Idol, just a tank sittin' on idle Ready to fire, I want no beef but just know I'm explodin' cows Yeah it's World War II with the way I tend to impact I'm stormin' whoevers beach motherfucker blah blah Copperhead Church, go and show me where the mice at I'm digestin' my enemies just like a fuckin' packrat Huckleberry skin again, reminiscin' on the beginnin' Accomplishments plenty, many more to be finished Yeah, I'm white trash ballin' Larry Bird when he swishes White trash like a blunt wrapper with owls on the package you printed I'm a hoot, but don't bite into my Tootsie Pop Replace the suckers with rocks so break a leg and a tooth My wisdom teeth got taken out, my mouth was gettin' too smart They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and that's what I call Straight Talk I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like smooth waves to boat shoes I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then lets see what I do I'ma slide by then fly through in a side by side beside you And give you a run for your money 'cause money is overrated, ho won't you move The only time that I hit the mall is if I drunk drove to the city (Woo) Wood grain in the bed, stack on it, just ass and titties Flow is filthy, I'll grow old just bein' witty, spittin' heat up in my 50's Lips melted from the business because I always kill it I built a nuke to duke in case these assholes try to throw their poop I know their moves, my crystal ball ain't crystal meth, I smoke you fool HI-DEAS 8 cocked the number on it's side That's makin' my mind infinite at least in cyber time Church Stone Hehehe Man this new shit's off the chain 2020 bitch From Letras Mania