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(Verse) I'm killin shit for the simple fact that I'm crazy I'm spittin this shit like bullets, I'm getting rappers to hate me Somehow I just put it down in a fashion that makes a make me Make em dudes finally casket themselves in cemetery When they all dead and buried it's getting scarier quick Area 51 with the flow, alien shit Every day I'm the shit like I never buy any tissue I'm feeling high as a bitch pumpin helium in the nipples I make some observations, that don't make em my griffle I dribble the king's court winnin this superficial Beginning of something, you couldn't found them if you went through I'm winnin cuz nothing good ever stopped, ain't no issue why I live through Plain and simple got white heads like pimples Black heads fill me to one of these injures like a splinter Bring in the money printers I wanna see them dollars like a holiday stripper You fuckin with some lame shit, you be on the same shit As the next man I lick the sherry dam anus I ain't even famous, but you know well what my name is Let me tell you what all the meanings of that's outrageous Shortest rapper here, spittin raw heat Something like hands slapping rappers on the beat But loss of raptor on the beat I'm a master on the beat While you sit and masturbate to all my records on repeat SongtexteI'm fuckin with these rappers, it's fun as a motherfuck I'm jumpin on the back and sakin em with an uppercut Tell princess to suck a duck While I take your princess and undress then umm Uh I ain't gonna finish that Rigamortis to the bars where I killed the rap And I be so dup and it's lit me up You pay me the way that I rip you up Fisty cuffs, boy I'd rather have my fuckin fisty cuffs (Outro) You know it's on I got em out here singing my song Yea You know it's on You know it's on Aus Songtexte Mania