What?
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You know how the fuck we do, yo
See I am nothing to fuck with
These rappers in my shadow and they looking to suck dick
You tryna take a selfie 'til I'm punching ya duck lips
Now what the fuck is healthy when I stay on the drug tip (stop Skits)
I'm the one that run this
Speed it up a little for the tongue twist
You are never touching me
I bet a couple hundred that you nothing raw
And now it's time to go to war
So let me blow the trumpet
Aah shit, there goes the mosh pit
Got 'em in a slide like they steppin' on dog shit
Fucking with ya pride, call me Marcellus Wallace
Long Kiss Goodnight, call me Christopher Wallace (what bitch?)
You might call me crazy, I don't know why
This guy is stuck in the '80s, Cobra Kai
So when it's toe to toe, you gotta go below
That's how I stole the show like I told you so
We told you so, you better slow your roll
Before we blow you all into (oblivion)
You know the dope, and if you don't, you will
'Cause when you hear this flow
You see (we killing 'em)
You sold your soul and you a posing troll
So turn that bullshit off, 'cause
(We ain't feeling 'em)
Dope D.O.D. forever
Yeah, we wicked with the lyrics
(Turned from amateur to pro)
Ay yo, I don't care what y'all be doin', where y'all comin' from (from)
I'm from underneath the bottom where the sewage run
Yo who this dude? (Who), and why he got a gun? (Shit)
Like John Wilkes Booth, nigga I'm the one
I got a taste for the ruckus
So I taste motherfuckers
And they hate that I'm rugged
Take your face and I fuck it (and I fuck it)
Bitch, I'm baked and I love it
Shove your babe in the oven
I don't play when I'm bustin', no!
Midsummer shit (yeah), ready for a trip (trip)
Colors gettin' rich (woo), wrists gettin' slit (ya)
Put 'em on the list (list), one for my bitch (bitch)
20 for my niggas (yah), and I want the rest
I stand up for the freaks and the rejects
With a couple keys tonight together, we relapse (rarr)
With these hoes I'm gone blow my load
Overdose, like I told you so
We told you so you better slow your roll
Before we blow you all into (oblivion)
You know the dope, and if you don't, you will
'Cause when you hear this flow
You see (we killing 'em)
You sold your soul and you a posing troll
So turn that bullshit off, 'cause
(We ain't feeling 'em)
Dope D.O.D. forever
Yeah, we wicked with the lyrics
(Turned from amateur to pro)
When I bursted my first rap, the whole planet shifted
When I bursted my first rap, the whole planet shifted
The whole, the whole, the who-, the whole planet shifted
Burst my fi-, my, when I burst my first rap (my first rap...)
(The whole planet shifted)