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Here he is, the villain that we warned you about Ayo I'm countin’ all this money I’m stackin’ up the hundreds I'm brushing off my shoulders 'cuz the cash is in abundance I'm badder than you buzzards who battle but you buggin I'll splatter you for frontin' leave you shackled in my dungeon I'm Shaq when I be dunkin leave you shattered like a pumpkin On a porch on Halloween when all the teens are halfway drunk And I'm laughing while I'm fuckin and my shaft is steady pumpin' In ya bitch while you be watching like a chaperone or something In acetone I'm dunkin' the axe I used to bludgeon You rappers who be bluffin puffin crack rock or something I'll snatch the fuckin sun right out the atmosphere And summon several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runnin I'm stampeding ya function, I'm kidnappin' the mic In the pitch black of night to kick raps I like Got chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hike The clique’s cancer-like quickly cancel ya life I'm kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal type I'm toxic when I’m rockin’ so close the canister tight I kill so stand still like a mannequin might I'm manic and might panic so pan the camera right To a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lights Give disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sight Flip words like Vanna White in a white van to invite Like I got a missing puppy and lots of candy for tykes SongtexteI’m the one It’s a fact that Ap is iller the prophylactic filler Put it on ya girls face like a Snapchat filter Got fat stacks of skrilla from ASCAP I'm realer You're a loser producer that stay swagger jackin' dilla No extract of vanilla I'm exact with the skill of a Ex-pat from Manila turned to contract killer Drill a hole thru ya skull and end your trifle existence Keep gold on my body like the life of Egyptians Known to murder anybody for the slightest resistance And they call me the king 'cuz I write with consistence Y'all are handicapped rappers needing cipher assistance Got snipers at a distance with rifles and munitions I'm nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictions Biters get addictions want the price of my prescriptions I always stay driven even in icy conditions Turn wifeys to chickens have her siphoning my liquids The mighty whitey wicked Nike kicks in every color Emcee crusher M.C. Escher Hands sketching each other the way I scribbled in the pad When I was living with my Dad when I first went outta state But I was liftin up the flag for Connecticut CT King never forget it when I say I speak curses It’s nothing you can edit I’m Imhotep with Black Magick on the tongue Automatics in the mattress, I’m as bad as they come I’m the one Aus Songtexte Mania