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| Boxcutter Pazzy alias Lucifer’s friend |
| Yahweh Ben Yahweh loosen the pen |
| I shoot it before I’m not against shooting again |
| I’m through with you buls, you not ever moving again |
| Y’all are bus riders, hoppin' the deuce to the ten |
| Vinnie a carnivore y’all is arugula fem |
| Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then |
| I’m a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen |
| Kool G, Moe Dee, I’m a fusion of them |
| The physical manifestation of music from them |
| Pill bottles, Grey Goose and hallucinogens |
| The MC decapitated no uses for them |
| Round the clock shots I bang all year |
| Raise your guns and salute, 'cause the gang’s all here |
| Niggas had minor setbacks, but that’s all clear |
| It’s the Army of the Pharaohs: the sum of all fears |
| Ah yeah, I’m so focused, I’m damn near laser like |
| Sharp as a razor, you small fries like tater bites |
| McNugget MCs, popcorn chickens |
| The nine has arisen and I’m not gon' miss |
| I’m not gon' listen to anything rational |
| I’m hardheaded and indifferent |
| So I’m all in your kitchen |
| Looking through the silverware |
| The gaze of a killer’s stare, gorilla’s back with silver hairs |
| Keep the metal grungy like Silverchair |
| Drinking so much Vodka that I’m 'bout to have a liver scare |
| Low Life like the Skillionaire |
| And I bet it be a fucking riot whenever my niggas there |
| My code name is Cocaine |
| I’m propane with no flame |
| I make green like David Banner or a fake gold chain |
| I’m Cobain with no brain |
| It’s no pain, it’s no gain |
| I’m Conan, I’m Chopin, the dope man, I’m profane |
| I’m Xanax, I’m Prozac, I’m rap when it was pro black |
| I’m so crack I go back to parties playing Soul Clap |
| The old head Jamaicans with machine guns on mopeds |
| The «Oooh, you in trouble, when dad gets home, you’re so dead» |
| I’m more Timbs than Pro Keds |
| I’m Rakim, I know the ledge |
| I know the Feds go the lenghts to follow me, it’s code red |
| If hoes claim it’s «code red"it's all good, it’s all head |
| You want a problem? No sweat |
| I’ll body you, I’m Boba Fett |
| Yo, the raps are murderous and lethal |
| Flow, never ending like Fast and Furious sequels |
| Oh, now you’s a gangsta, what that sounding like? |
| My speed’s the Batmobile, your speed’s a mountain bike |
| Yeah, I write an album in a day |
| It takes you a week to come up with one clever thing to say |
| Too busy hashtaggin', too busy humble braggin' |
| Too busy sayin' that you workin' when you feet draggin' |
| Uh, we in Barcelona, you in bars alone… uh, plus your car’s a loaner |
| I’m back into focus, you jabronis splashin' on cologne the hopeless |
| You don’t know what women like, you know aromas |
| Your team’s a carcinoma, my team’s the Army soldiers |
| We all contribute to the game, I’m just the largest donor |
| The spit is sick dog, yeah I bark at owners |
| The Man of Steel, Superman without the Clark persona |
| Let’s take a trip inside the mind of a mobster |
| Let’s see a rare kind of monster (uurh) |
| Iron I’m palmin', I am Brian De Palma (aww) |
| If Bush hired Osama then fire the Llama (pow) |
| Light the ganja scoma and spit shine my armor (yea) |
| Want weed see the rasta man |
| Wanna get killed? |
| Come see the «put your noodles in your pasta"man |
| (And that’s me) |
| Backyard got snow in the summer |
| I mean I got ski slopes, I am in beast mode |
| Silly puddy my C-4 (uh-huh) |
| No dot com’s or dot nets |
| When I rock different links so stop and kiss the pinky ring (the boss) |
| Act tough and I might laugh, I’m a giant |
| Sit up out my chair and block your motherfuckin' flight path |
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