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You don't wanna get the Ripper started again Don't know another way, goin' hard as I can Every bar I command is a part of the brand Shit raw like sushi in the heart of Japan Spark a little chronic when I park the sedan Smack 'em in the face with the barf on my hand Never give a fuck is the marketing plan This'll get into your blood like a carcinogen Start shit, end up rolled in a carpet Bitch breath smell like an old dirty armpit This here the coke bein' sold on the market Come from a place that's cold as the Arctic Raised in the streets got a criminal mind Been livin' behind this abysmal line Chisel every verse, every syllable prime And I'm gettin' little done in minimal time My name comin' up when they have the discussion Hack your computer and act like a Russian Grab that bat give your ass a concussion Bitch stand back leave a path of destruction Got that crack, every track so disgustin' Big sea lens gotta stash the production Smash the percussion Ask if I'm bluffin' Probably gettin' drunk so we're laughin' at nothin' I've been awake, gettin' live in the place SongtexteThese rappers all fake They just lie to your face Got my foot on the gas while they riding the brakes Five minutes they blinded, the time that it takes Tryin' to debate while we Strive to be great Five in my head, one more line and I'm straight So scribin' my fate, not defined by mistakes Smokin' this green got my mind up in space We like to keep it rowdy, they know we'll never quit it There ain't no question 'bout it, we always stay committed About to fuck this place up and it's just to say we did it If you got a problem with it bitch you know we goin' all out We like to keep it rowdy, they know we'll never quit it There ain't no question 'bout it, we always stay committed About to fuck this place up and it's just to say we did it If you got a problem with it bitch you know we goin' all out Ain't that probably what the streets is known for, goin' all out Got the backstage lookin' like it's girls gone wild, don't tease me, show on Now whoa, slow it down, had to teach my homeboy, that she's a coke whore She like to carve lines and slopes but these hoes don't ski or snowboard Like go for it, fuck her but you gotta wear a rubber, try to tongue kiss her betcha she gon' leave a cold sore And you gon' need more than just Abreva ointment I'm always gettin' head they don't need to coinflip They give it up to anyone who seemin' important Got me feelin like homie, the lead singin' Poison Bret Michaels rap, I just vibe with Snak Maybe nice on the mic I'm a psychopath That might go smack the fuck out of anyone talkin' about me on the internet before I write them back Cause real life ain't a fake facade Ain't a front like a whore house but the sign say massage Papers lodged, strapped, tucked underneath the famous stars And great Bape in a mason jar And unlike that fake chain of yours You ain't made your mark If you an actor then play your part For fuck's sake you'll get duct taped, laid out starin' at the blade of a table saw I'm like a paper boy, been known Atlanta Journal Sharp dressed man, no flannels, thermals No sandals, turtlenecks Everywhere I turn my head, it's like I'm standin' in the land of Urkels Rappers say they want smoke til a firearm Is pulled on 'em then they runnin' for the fire alarm And start blastin', that was your final warning Broadcast it on Viacom and we goin' all out, BITCH! Aus Songtexte Mania