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Nah man, not quite yet...

Girl I
you just just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god feeling, and that was the last one I had
this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, on that ass like the fuckin fall guy
I don't gas my Mercedes midnight, I treat it like a Mogwi
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its
Bitch them digits while your cringin'
Not by the hair on my
Will I even ten cents on you
when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny
Shit if I think a pretty
image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, an eskimo by his toe

While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him his cool

If he better let him go ya'll

(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
Get up baby get a move on, a u-haul
You can rack brain like pool balls
You won't think of this shit, yeah honey you called?
Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I it
Evil, I see hear and it
Lady put your on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same
You can count every motherfuckin chicken it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it
Like the & Titans, when they clash and
Get your bashin so bad
You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood napkin
Unfashionable, about as as a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand and look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up

Ya'll are so motherfuckin of shit that your stocked up
Me, I'm shittin diarrhea at the mouth

Till speakers crap out (pthhhhp)

Ha, what? you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)
But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday me

So do not my way slut, because...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
And now I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
Ima you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want
Bitch it's time to put the math back in the
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
flow, got it mastered
So last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard
Comes straight from the ass
Yeah, in other words, I'm a
at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why jealous
Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal
Can't 'em now can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand ya flow my flow?

I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck my hair boy

You can look, you can stare and
But you can't I'm too clairvoyant
I get it man, is there a void
All this weak shit, what am I,
Well bitch, I'm back some shit for that ass
In ya trunk (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. Hope you the show.
Until time... peace.