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Yeah you see, I’ve been sayin’ it for a little while Some people still speculatin’ “Is he really as nice as he says he is?” But uh I’ma get here today, show you guys what’s good Hehem yeah okay yeah
Anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly No one seein’ me, I need corrective laser surgery Check my date of birth you see Webby’s only 21 Hotter than the summer b*tch, you know I got it covered son Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up ‘Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts Bring them in I’ll air them out, hustlin’ like Escobar With lyrics sharper than the claws retracted in a leopard’s paw Check my repertoire ‘cause I’ve been grindin’ for a minute, huh And even the haters admit that I can spit it This rappin’ is a sport to me, break it down importantly Whiter than the kilo b*tch I’m bringin’ Boston George with me Ramblin’, answerin’ the hate and spit it gorgeously Can’t handle him, I’m Anakin and yes I got the force with me Torture be have ‘em all askin’ “Where the chorus be?” B*tch I’m good money and ain’t nobody affordin’ me Playin’ my cards right, whiter than the Marb light Voice raspier than Christian Bale in The Dark Knight I got my competition stayin’off of us And every f*ckin’ hater runnin’ scared like Paul Walker I don’t fire deadly shots, never with a semi-cock Just light up heady pot and spit venom, call me Eddie Brock Webby drops whether you ready or not Heavy metal or pop, so steadily I’ll get to the top Clever as ever so what, the bass and treble will not So f*ckin’ loud it’s like gettin’ hit in the head with a rock I’ll leave ‘em dead or in shock, when I spit it I’m a rap rebel Whip my size 10 Jordans on the f*ckin’ gas pedal Grab the mic and I go, ain’t nobody messin’ with the rhythm my flow Need that dough, tic-tac-toe, break muthaf*ckas like a Kit Kat bro Hit that dro, pass that back, lightin’ low, 20 sack Then I roll it up and hit it till the shit’s all ash Then my drug dealer gonna get a call back Back on the track, accurate that’s the reason I’m so relaxed when I rap ‘Cause the facts of the fact and the fact of it is next to Em nobody spit this crack Bring it back, crowd packed, dog I’m rippin’ more beats Carryin’ the game just like a baby in a stork’s beak I’m servin’ the competition like Roddick I’m Dr. Robotnik when nothing’s in my pocket Toxic, so f*ckin’ dirty you should wash it Got this hot shit, Lebron couldn’t block it Spittin’ it with flavor, rippin’ wisdom on the paper b*tch I get the block hoppin’ just like if Tigger was my neighbor Precision like a laser, no one playin’ with this ‘Cause this rap is second nature like inhalin’ a spliff Then I put together words and I rip shit ill No one ever done like Christian will, spit with skills, b*tch this real Brain slowed down on prescription pills Need a deal, damn straight, make the f*ckin’ land shake Ari Gold lookin’ for me since he seen the fan base Youtube numbers up, Facebook yeah what’s up All you do is Google me and haters keep their mouth shut Now what, like a deer hunter all about bucks If you’re tryna’ burn with me you’ll need at least an ounce plus It’s in my nature I guess, I’m f*ckin’ meant for this Ain’t no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences The booth is like my Octagon; you don’t wanna enter this I’m Anderson Silva so step in here you’re getting’ leveled quick Poppin’ stars and I’ll be ravin’ until I’m sober I’m not afraid of shit, I’m as brave as the Little Toaster Cocaine and some baking soda, I’m crack, next up to bat Griffey Junior to these losers, no one’s f*ckin’ with the stats Pupils fat and got a bag of mali in my pocket I’m like Pikachu shovin’ a metal fork into a socket I’m electric, style eclectic, all these haters try to mock it But spit so f*ckin’ flawless they can’t help it but to jock it Son I’ll rock it, and now they all bloggin’ about the hotness Datpiff hot this week with a million comments The big new thing, read about me in the comics On the high and lowest rhymin’ potent lyrics better watch it Now I’m back and I rip it up and spit it so nice Ain’t nobody messin’ with the poltergeist, skin tone white, takin’ flight So far ahead that I’m out of sight, down to fight, rip it on the mic There never been a night that my pen don’t write There never been a night that I don’t rap nice When I’m on the right weed and rolled up tight Hold that mic, get it in, who could ever mess with him Sicko get some Levaquin the medicine you get it Then show ‘em I’m never settlin’, f*ckin’ paper shredder ‘em You wanna step then your chances are looking extra slim Grindin’ every day, reachin’ the top, and I’m only a step away You don’t believe me? Watch I’m a beast on the mic, there’s nobody left to help you ‘Cause b*tch I’m nice, how many times I gotta tell you? Damn man, f*ck these haters, I’m out ha
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