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fuck that shit , I am the one.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Brain splatter, no matter cutting heads on a platter.

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter.

ill be here checking the rift like, a maniac with an ecstasy script.

Call her, problematic, wheres the static, coming through

the 69.

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times, lets see if that rhymes.