*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion
And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
Flexin' hard nigga all the time
Your raps don"t even rhyme!
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
Shouts to mr rizzo
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one
And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion
Mr coleman, i'm coming for you
Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue
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