| Yeah, you know what, let’s show em
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| Let’s show em who they fucking with man
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| Right, hey-yo, sit down, and listen, yeah
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| Sit back, relax, have yourself a big mac
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| A big snack, a tick tack while I spit raps
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| Give these kids whiplash when I rip fast
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| I run on jet gas, give y’all jet lag
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| You gonna get it, I’m a get there, ribbit till I’m a frog and jump
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| Little midget, got a six inch, then I switch it
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| To a samurai sword, dammit, I’m bored
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| Handle my cord and strangle you and hang you to the back of my Ford
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| Damn it why Lord am I traumatized from half that I endure?
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| Must I grab an iron door, bend and break it like an iron board
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| Show rappers I cannot afford to lose anything I rap my mind around for
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| Bring the cameras on board to my basket ball court
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| Don’t you dare come up short
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| I’m Michael Jordan when it comes to hustling and busting on these shiny floors
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| So let me show you what I got in store
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| Dribble, dribble, dribble down the court
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| Under my legs, over your head, round the back
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| Dr. Jay we’ve got a problem, man
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| Tell it how it is like Charlotte Main
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| Fuck the world, I hate the world that I’m starring in
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| I don’t care what kinda car you’re driving in
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| Show me what you’re hiding in-side of that mind of yours
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| Filled with cobwebs and Molly whores
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| What you Hollywood, you probably poor
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| Fuck out here with all that noise, I don’t wanna hear it
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| This ain’t a joke, it’s not a game
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| You here to play, I’m not playing
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| This is what I live day to day
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| Hater you can hate it but I’m here to stay till I make a mill a day
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| I’m a kill my play till I’m old and grey
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| I’m a drill oil rigs till the oil spray and get my royal pay
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| Too much shit I overcame for me to turn around and say
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| That I can’t go any further, any further, I’m a fall and break
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| You’ll know my name by the end of this
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| I don’t need a friend or bitch to reach what I said to get
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| Too much ignorance, too much hate in this bitch
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| And I love it when I piss you off, it gets me off, it turns me on
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| To hit it raw, big and small
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| I’m still tearing everything inside you into shreds and y’all Better bet em all
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| that you wanna be
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| Who can rip a flow on and off a beat
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| And make it so sick, you choke, when you go to speak
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| You think damn it sound like Slim but yet it’s so unique
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| I got fans globally, showing me
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| To people till the whole universe know it’s me
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| I got labels that didn’t notice me before
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| Calling for a meeting, now annoying me
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| Cause my buzz is getting larger than a hoard of bees
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| But I move accordingly to destroy emcees, bitch
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| If I couldn’t join em, I’d learn how to beat em
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| If I couldn’t drink the blood, I’d learn how to eat em
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| I’m a cannibal with animal instincts
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| I never gave up no matter what shit brings and it seems
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| That I’m gradually building myself into this dragon
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| That’s actually melting campfires and empires
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| That’s full of landmines, you step on my toe, you better check your pants size
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| Cause you’re fucking with a dick bigger than your damn thighs
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| You’re fucking with me boy, you’re tongue tied
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| How’s my dick taste, yeah, it’s hard to come by
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| I gotta finish this, I let the time run by
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| Gotta say my peace, gotta go so buh-bye
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish
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| Dribble, dribble
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| Dribble down the court, swish |