I fucking hate this job
Haters hate me cause i rap odd
My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got
And as i kneel theyre and ask him why he made me so odd
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Put it all on the table, do it like a menu
Repetitive niggas, to the bottom i sent you.
Just take control if you can
Playboy, i don't own that man
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,
Loony bottom line your a rhyme taker
If its not couture, i will not go to her
I win battles like the bison
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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