Money i make em buck
Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck
She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
Mr. polish, with a flow so sick
Your man wale in his own damn lane
People thought it was mr bruce wayne
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
Cause i am a rap master mr. buster
And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion
I don't care what it did to them
Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think
Mr coleman, i'm coming for you
And all the shit you went through
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