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The Prologue
- ///This is how you do it, no Montel Jordan, no need for recording.. yet
- I direct the hits different like im Christopher Nolan
- My pens golden, i Don't give a fuck about a bitch trolling
- I'm Big blunt Rollin, Glock totin', and it's fully loaded
- Bullets exploded, now ya forehead is eroded
- I can see your weak emotions, now that ya brain is exposed
- My mind is just like forklift, carrying a heavy ass load
- I just left 300 men, laying right dead in the road
- A real pimp to end, I ain't never playing with these hoes
- Fuck However it goes, I'm never changing the code
- My Lines connected like nodes, this is not a game mode
- If you want to battle me, I'll put a fuckin tag on your toe
- Have somebody from the army, leave a flag at ya Doe.
- So Your under 21?, still getting a 21 Gun Salute
- I'll come to ya funeral, and gun down some troops
- If you manage to survive, for life, your only eating soup
- Ill fucking bully you, like how Pac used to treat Snoop
- And your songs be jamming, when you put that shit on mute
- I might be stranded on Death Row, if I ever decide to shoot.
- Your shots just grazed me, like Suge Knight in the coupe
- I'm more G than Warren and ya Dogg pounds, a chicken coop.
- I'll turn ya body into coupe, Your heads looking like a missing roof
- Still You think your better than me?, but your missing the proof
- Misformed of the truth, like your one of Hitler's youth
- I'll hit you so hard in the mouth, you'll have a disfigured tooth
- You degenerate goof, who wouldn't shoot at the rim on a hoop
- These shots got em' dancing, like an Ellen DeGeneres spoof
- The God King only attends events, that are meant for suits
- Like Funerals and church's, presiding over a wedding service
- Driver of hearses, divers on searches, penguins on surface
- Hitmen with contracts on nurses, old men who never curses
- Old teachers who taught cursive, Rich John's trying to purchase
- I killed them all, and the ones left alive, I got em all nervous
- There's more under it all, like an Iceberg or dry turds
- You can die now nerd, this was like a tiger, hunting a non flying bird
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