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Fuk wit me again son
- First of all, fuck you and your team,
- Hope that your career commit and downfall
- Fuk wit me again son
- And I’ll teach you real world,
- Lets talk about how, I let ya sleep on the couch
- While I’m up, fucking your mother on her bedstead,
- Oh my bad, she fucking dead
- Me and my homies had foursomes with your mom,
- She was saying words like ~ah~ ~oh~
- But I’m back to back, up on yo baby momma salami
- Grinding raps to raps, just for stacks to stacks
- Your wisely words are wacks to wacks
- I make you and your crew gone wit magic,
- They call me the real wizard
- Fuk wit me again son
- Fuk wit me again son
- Fuk wit me again son
- And check your mother, I be bagging her parts,
- Hope that ain’t a bother
- By the way, your life an joke and it flop
- My barz Climbin’ to top
- And we never collapse n’ stop
- You just an fail wit hope, but look take a rope
- And hang yourself that dope
- Hopped on this rappad and I’m already best
- Old school and we busta
- I’m feeling like a samurai, cut your barz in half
- Like I was Oda Nobunaga
- My first battle, I’ll settle this like a cattle
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