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  1. Yo this server is offering me crack, anymore of this and I’m gonna die of cardiac
  2. arrest,
  3. My chest feels stressed and heavy, I’mma kill all these fags like insect spray and a horde of pests,
  4. Dropped all 50 bombs on your house, shagged your ugly future spouse,
  5. Came all over her blouse, gagged her ‘til she couldn’t close her mouth,
  6. Y’all so ugly, the birds migrating North turned South,
  7. Silencer on, none of y’all got a clue who shot at you,
  8. These bitches the local agency, and i’m CNN news,
  9. I’m running this shit, got on my favourite Nike shoes,
  10. Gave Outlawz an offer they couldn’t refuse,
  11. Y’all shitty raps the same, like they got fused,
  12. Bought your mom for a discount ‘cause she was used,
  13. Ya’ll a bunch of perverted creeps,
  14. Thick walls ya’ll pound through,
  15. Cause ya’ll know where everybody sleeps,
  16. None of this shit new but all of it’s true,
  17. Fuck da police, we’re the goats youse a herd of sheep,
  18. This shit so fire It’ll keep you soaked dry in your seats,
  19. Leave you so scared at night you’ll piss your sheets,
  20. Left marks all over you like I wore my metal cleats,
  21. We got the whole world putting this shit on repeat,
  22. Got your mom's sore hands on her ankles,
  23. Went down on her from the side, flanker,
  24. Blasting this on the woofer, got the whole block listening,
  25. Bass on your bitches pussy, shook her, watcha mouth my glock listening,
  26. Lyrical rap, 90s shit my mouth spitting,
  27. Too good for the rap game, never needed to fit in,
  28. A hundred levels ahead of the game,
  29. All your hundred raps sound the same,
  30. We mix shit up, final product is a smoothie,
  31. Rich motherfucker, dripping diamond jewelry,
  32. None of your braindead asses could come up with half a rap,
  33. And in 2 quarters of an hour I already wrote 20 different hit tracks,
  34. Your mum gives me so much head, i’m her favourite hat,
  35. Got your bitch to leave my bedroom, got everyone saying that ass is fat,
  36. Y’all lanks tryna gank my dank style and high ranks,
  37. I’ll just shank your ass, tie ya ankles, concrete shoes on so you sank,
  38. Thinking y’all so funny that you can catfish,
  39. Only thing you’ll put your dick inside is dogshit,
  40. Yeah, this song ain’t got a hook or a chorus,
  41. We’ll still rip you to pieces, bookworm tyrannosaurus,
  42. Y’all talk like you wanna watch lewd shit and start masturbating,
  43. All you motherfuckers are so stupid, it’s frustrating,
  44. Drove your mobile home away soon as you saw my gun,
  45. Am I a baseball player? I just made your home run,
  46. Sacrifice your pussy virgin asses like a lone nun,
  47. Cats got 9 lives but a pussy like you ain’t got one,
  48. Better keep your ugly faces away from the real G’s,
  49. Or we’ll murder y’all like assassins on a kill spree,
  50. When any of you try to rap all you write is gibberish,
  51. You ain’t spitting lyrics, just straight up spitting,
  52. We can thank God we’re different,
  53. Fuck with me wrong and I’ll burn down your home,
  54. Light ya up like a wooden horse, but I’m not from Rome,
  55. Stole your rap careers but didn’t touch your shit,
  56. Also, did I forget to mention that you’re shit?
  57. Is your mom a footballer? She’s my wide receiver,
  58. Penetrated her meat like a butcher’s cleaver,
  59. Go tell your dad i’m a motherfucker,
  60. Driving the best coupes you just another trucker,
  61. Your ugly ass eats more cock than a KFC regular,
  62. Now your necks on the guillotine, blade through the jugular,
  63. You’d better put your cum sock in the washer and dryer,
  64. I’ve already become the thing most of you aspire,
  65. Used to hand ‘round the basket now i’m the Friar,
  66. I’mma bring you back to reality like a cold shower,
  67. As you talk your shit in the mic the crowd gets louder,
  68. They’re telling you to shut the fuck up before they cut off the power,
  69. While we’re writing raps, almost in the hip hop hall of fame,
  70. Y'all just got computers on your laps, playing pornhub games,
  71. No one ordered but i’m here to deliver,
  72. Coldest muthafucka in the room, make ya shiver,
  73. All the hoes wanna fuck,
  74. This shit so hot,
  75. Get the hose outta the firetruck,
  76. Y’all need to get off the alcohol and molly,
  77. You needa shut the fuck up and say sorry,
  78. Out of the world like i’m Akari,
  79. Blocked all your shots like a world class keeper,
  80. Got my clocks running a lot i’m a fast sleeper,
  81. Roasted you so bad you changed your ethnicity,
  82. Got all the hoes thirsty, their mouths getting spitty,
  83. Scored a hundred and ten on a test outta fifty,
  84. My verses got you nervous and itchy, y’all just caught nitty,
  85. Got your grandma spitting on my stiffy dick after she done with knittin’, be back in a jiffy,
  86. Y’all just a bunch of shit heads, I could keep on shitting,
  87. Your mums pussy an everlasting lollipop, I could keep on licking,
  88. Your mom loves paying homage,
  89. Pulled your bitch over and she hopped in,
  90. Ya'll simpin’ for girls hoping to get laid,
  91. But all ya gonna get is a nope and Aids,
  92. How you gonna date,
  93. When your face looks gray and leaden,
  94. Everythings smooth until you find out her real name's Kevin,
  95. A trans girl is all you’re getting, her shitty car can’t stop revving,
  96. Beep Beep what’s that?
  97. Prolly your neighbour’s burglary alarm,
  98. It’s you breaking in at 2 am with dildos in your arm,
  99. You’re the type to cross the road and get killed by a boat,
  100. Y’all so dense I could throw you in molten gold and none of y’all would float,
  101. Any of you try to rap as fast as this,
  102. You’ll just sound like a fucking spastic,
  103. I got y’all gasping like a severe asthmatic,
  104. Don’t test me, my pistol shoots automatic,
  105. Completely raped your asses in any rap battle,
  106. We’re the shepherds while you’re the dumbass cattle,
  107. I’m sick of you and your annoying banter,
  108. Tell your mom her ass couldn’t get fatter,
  109. I’ve got a gift for your bitch like i’m Santa Claus,
  110. Gave her my dick, she went in jaws and all,
  111. All your raps are jokes, ever tried to jest?
  112. Kill you one by one, who’s next?
  113. After reading this, your fat ass is just delusional,
  114. So I'll finally end this, this is the fucking conclusion.

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