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Done Fucking Around

  1. [Hook]
  2. Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around
  3. Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds
  4. The sound I produce is profound
  5. Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]
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  9. [Verse 1]
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  11. Man fuck a backpacker, you're wacker than 12 year old hackers
  12. We know you not tough, you're a good actor, I'm never a slacker
  13. My swagger make these niggas stagger, crumbling hoes like crackers
  14. There's no time for me in my feelings, that's for after
  15. Pull your dick out, I hear your girls laughter, on my way up, breaking the rafters
  16. Already a master and my career only on the first chapter
  17. When I spit this flow I create disasters, so evil, to cure me you gonna need 10 pastors
  18. Fuck haters they can kiss my asscrack, they madder than girls when I don't text back
  19. How you describe yourself is quite inexact, that's a fact, run this back
  20. I adapt to these faggots attacks, untouched by these dickheads jabs
  21. Let me take a deep breath, let me relax, fuck that
  22. I tried to stay calm but I relapsed, fuck around get ya ass clapped
  23. Like gay fags, in prison, real soon you gonna meet the mortician
  24. My flow too hot, here use some oven mittens, I'm well written
  25. If you have an opposition you can get the ammunition
  26. They see me, already got a premonition, there's no competition
  27. My demolition of these rappers missions got them dissing, they hissing
  28. Their rap skills are no longer existing, they don't know what they riskin'
  29. To end these rappers is my instinct, leave their flame extinguished
  30. They languished, very anguished, I can't stand this, done sitting down
  31. Got these mothafuckas on lockdown, I told y'all, done fucking around
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  35. [Hook]
  36. Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around
  37. Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds
  38. The sound I produce is profound
  39. Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]
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  43. [Verse 2 iNOSCOURGE]
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  45. DONE FUCKING AROUND, on some real shit so put down yo twitter pounds down
  46. Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH OUR SOUND, lyrical bullets, y'all straight duckin rounds,
  47. Bout to make you drown in your own blood til you gurgle loud,
  48. (EXIT THE TOWN)
  49. Left hand on my nuts, exit the murder scene, heat out, unseen
  50. My pen game that obscene don't doubt, hang with wobull wit a sip of lean
  51. Covered in weed shroud, we beefed but i'mma say we team now
  52. (LOST AND FOUND) on the Auschwitz hip hop training grounds
  53. You autists ain't round no more, anorexic bitches don't got a cancer cure
  54. "I PROMISE I'M PURE!" bitch you had a dick on your lip like a fish lure
  55. You beef juice, I'm beef, but for real, consider me Hitler
  56. One hitter quitter, nah bitch, but you take so much dick, you a baby sitter
  57. (Back on topic) emcees get thrown like cat litter, into the tarpit, garbage
  58. Lost like a guitar pick, you a kitten I'm the Lochness,
  59. You always opposite like opps is, do you like Dopey, bitch check the synopsis
  60. (Back off topic) Maybe you'd be a good bitch if you didn't mix the sauces
  61. Emcees better back off when they fuck wit us, cuz they know they lost this
  62. I may be smaller than you but my shit better like a lossless, and I ain't talking about my dick
  63. I'm talking about my bars, so KH don't pull a slick cuz my ground be flawless
  64. (That's a pun you get it?) anyways, just know I floss my OPPIS rhombus
  65. Optically Pumped Polarized Ion Source, I'm genetically the only rapper made of ores
  66. I'm not even a race, steer cores and make you feel remorse, I'll end my verse one more bar than yours, Lambah
  67. But together we still lyrically butt cancer, DONE FUCKING AROUND, y'all niggas want beef this your answer!
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  71. [Hook]
  72. Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around
  73. Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds
  74. The sound I produce is profound
  75. Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]
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  79. [Verse 3 King Hurricane]
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  81. This is friction,
  82. Creating fire, legit business,
  83. You trapped in a circle of wicked niggas,
  84. We'll have you screaming all night like autistic crickets,
  85. We do you like Nas, get gunned up and clapped quick,
  86. We react, dicks, we don't waste time poppin' shit like ratchet black chicks,
  87. You can ask the faggots,
  88. We don't fuck around, we making your heart inactive,
  89. Too edgy bitch? Who the fuck is you,
  90. We'll remove your tongue and use my balls as a substitute,
  91. If you don't believe none of the shit we say is fucking true,
  92. Then I'll just have to send Albert to put his dick up in you,
  93. Look at statistics bitches, witness sickest shit it's just flippin' wicked,
  94. You fucking dicks just stick it inches into your asshole cause we dont' give a shit bitch,
  95. I been told you niggas we run this town,
  96. Bozo lookin bitches I told you we don't fuck with clowns,
  97. Eat your esophagus and make you get the king his crown,
  98. I guess the message is clear we don't fuck around,
  99. East Coast
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  103. [Hook]
  104. Didn't I tell you, I'm done fucking around
  105. Load up that chopper and blast 16 rounds
  106. The sound I produce is profound
  107. Told you, I'm done fucking around [x2]

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