Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you
It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this
Lyrically aggressive, i spit metaphorically with rhymes that god blesses,
Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides
I was slapped lyrically and verbally on both sides
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
And now i know you got one lyrically,
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