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You wanna know somethin' that makes me sick When people be constantly talkin' 'bout stupid shit Shit like who made rap up I don't give a fuck as long as I get my cut I'm sendin' out no special thanks And bitches wonder why I diss 'em 'cause they motherfuckin' pussy stanks I'm goin' straight to the bank And if I ever busta cap, it won't be no blank So you can thank, or you can think Singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink I rock a beat like this or like that Either way you look at it it's still acid rap >From a hat I won't pull no tricks But from my pants I might pull my dick And if you ever thought you'd get some you'd feel dumb I'll snatch your tongue out 'cha mouth and you'll have ta hum The over Lord master of disaster beat blaster Niggaz try to do like me and they has ta Step back, or get jack slapped I see your bitch all on my dick 'cause the way I rap When I slip on the lip the tip of my jimmy Then I'll take the pussy like gimme We gotta a lotta fake ass wanna be's followin' my footsteps Always four steps ahead so you slept I don't sleep, and still I manage to keep a beat Niggaz don't wanna gimme my props but they know it's sweet So I'ma give you enough time to hit the rewind And for the punks who don't like me, I'm throwin' up the fuck you sign From Letras Mania