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[Background voice:] Arms, arms, arms, arms You're now listening to... music Random bars That's what we gona' call this [Background voice:] I pray for you This is like a thank you Thank you Now rhymes with is electric like appliances Now let the flying fist wreck it I insist I'm here to tap some drawers tap some jaws Ball and s' fo' y'all I'm here to palm the fucking blow like a bascketball They told me I was gold I ain't reacted all I'm staying hungry like m body's halls acting all Fuck money but tell the government give me some since they print it I'm a schizophrenic mental clinic pencil panic Pimp lieutenant living a fight which if you flinch you end it Quit your pretending you're here to be saved I'm simple be... Your mind is on quitting your vibes on pillage Check my file my resume is verified on twitter SongtexteYour jeans got pussy under it I'll hang up a sign that says your place with an arrow pointing down and put you under it You rap it all eyes niggers, misery love, company ass, groupie ass, basketball, white niggers I've been the vet rapper since eminem's test record Which was better than any of our enemy's best effort And it was just us than we've been the best than We've been on top of our dream like vinaigrette dressing You should regroup from the fire Iif your killers resemble keisha from new jack city A snoop from the wire The only beefing I'm doing with pussy is screwing your cruise in ruins We eating and all you doing is chewing swallowing and being done is by your girl Couldn't digest that you're probably trying earl I got a right hand as debo cole Run into it playing and you end up with steve o's nose I will leave you where you're griffin at Yelling take that while I tick for tack two guns that nick name this and that I play the tune of violence for hours But the same gun that I now use till I gave you power rewinding listen back My shit's a mansion your shit's a shack now check your guns We can go tick for tack is a fact like a wreck Answers the... leave you in the can which samsun Hand foot in your mouth without a dam tongue You plus one now a... in the club with' yo' boy Don't give right to challenge a pro you ain't one Nigger I don't got no story All I know is I quit the popping that put that boy in a hole turn his body to the suppository Why yo'll hard I'm rolling alone I get your browed pregnant than I pay to a boy in a car over the phone If people could endure royce more I'm sawing his own Speak with your indoor voice lower your tone So now the sky's the limit My shades cover eyes that are windows to a soul this private hole, mind your business Contract's on the table looking like a tarnished napkin My contract's on the table looking like a dino's taxes Yeah yo'll niggers acting like real light skins Stick a knife in your right hand Tell you sit your five dollar ass down before I make change at your ass What you say nigger I didn't... Now I'm a pimp perc executive I call you up Draw the line electric insert the... Nickel Aus Songtexte Mania