Lyrics
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Word up, no rap no crap you bore me
Wanna grab my d**k, too lazy, hold it for me
I’m straight rap great
Busting heads, straighten dreads
I’m everlasting, like the toe on Pro Keds
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn’t f**k with one line
It’s been three years since you last hear
But now I reappear your heart pumps fear
To your gut, did your girl’s butt
I scraped it, shaped it, now she won’t strut
I smash teeth, f**k your beef, no relief
I step on stage, girls scream like I’m Keith
You won’t be around next year
My rap’s too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear
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