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Spit like a Freak!

  1. This world is a game of make it or take it, breaking me ain't gonna make you succeed you gotta wanna take it,
  2. you can't set up against kid spit, im to fluent, I can spit flow that'll make you lose it, walk away from my pad leave it with black n blue bruises like I stuck my pen through it while it oozes,
  3. Right now I'm as concentrated as orange juice, never diluted if you losers distract me I'll just lose it, (ahhhhh)
  4. I'm not impressed with your hip hop performance, it's borin,
  5. I woke up bumped my head went back to bed, snoring, I woke up not to an alarm but to be alarmed, petal to the metal flooring it, you started rapping i though i woke up from the rumble strip, your stories are corny as shit, I rip you a new asshole pull out feces put in on your lobster and say you got served bitch, I've earned my way with words, with glasses i look like a product of a nerd, hostile, with the way I curve these words, isn't it so off style, I go wild, I bring the sauce, that hot shit, not mild, I freestyle for fun, I write like a novelist,
  6. When spit my rhymes looking into a mirror, I feel like a Juggernaut, strangling my self with plastic bags like why not, I like to get high off, I get high off anything,
  7. Gas, sharpies, weed, you name it I've done it, even propane,
  8. tried plenty of things, an somehow I'm still sane, through plenty of pain, its pain that I gain, now I've learned this game, to go catch it, you need a go go gadget, to give you Austin type powers, but you cant keep up with the pace of my magic, im steady pulling rhymes out of my head like a hat, not rabbits, If,
  9. You faggots who dont believe in magic, I'll go Abra cadabbra, lay out out like door mats, you just got flattened, and my wraps too hot, cuz my raps too fat, 3 gram blunts, get ripped on contact, as if you just hit and run,
  10. Everything is just a fuzz, back 4 months, I was in vegas lettin strippers into my room to fuck, balls dangling, reeling bitches in cuz she got hooked up, to many fish in the sea to choose one,
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