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Everyone’s Favorite Antagonist
- Yo, the fuse lit, boutta detonate in five, diffuser quick,
- Before my mental snap, grab the biscuit like Guy Fisher slick.
- Yo Richard, wicked pissed, click clack, get ya piece or get hit,
- Sixteen blue suits swarm but I'm uncaged, pure lunatic.
- Achieve the unthinkable, pre rap, slugs clapped near the taco spot,
- Gun up, run up, one to the dome, convo stop.
- Got beef with ya blade tongue, son of a glock,
- Shut down the fakes, overreact? Nah, I'm just hot.
- Bully? Pssh. Leatherface with a chef’s kiss plate,
- Featherweights get ate, rap cannibal, delicate.
- Pistol points press etiquette, proper chess set,
- Really just wanna scribe, maybe flip a brick, but nah
- Back to the block where OGs scoff, "Boy, you ain't cool,"
- One more brick move, Sing Sing bench, hell’s fuel.
- Hi high, wake up, rhymes snake tie ya fate line,
- Nine at my eye, why? Life’s a crooked grind.
- Earth exit bye bye, coke white, meth light, tar black,
- Backyard lab, they scream *"Rap God" that’s just my alias trap.
- Pain came, traced me, eight Sicilian blades in the back,
- Felt like UFO lift, now they play me like a hacky sack.
- Toy box shoved, joy robbed, Mase got a problem, too bad,
- Pepper spray ya face, cut ya, devil’s playground, never God’s pad.
- Wrong a lot? True. But faith stay knuckle tough
- Flow drum kit tight, breathe just enough,
- bitch, the block’s on lock, what’s the hol’ bitch?
- I crack the safe, no breaks, I’m strollin’ slow, bitch.
- Ice on the wrist, the blizzard’s back, my soul’s froze, bitch.
- Alone again? Nah, the chrome’s my only friend, let’s blow, bitch.
- This world’s a grift, every hand’s a knife, so peek the stunt, bitch.
- Sucka life’s a bluff, I call they cards, they fold quick.
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