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A.G.E. The Gawd

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The Smooth operator
My tool probably cater
To you, and you, bullets get moved propagator
I cruise through loose screws this dude mopping haters
I'm loose bitch get snoozed my juice hardly flavored
I'm dark liquor I spark piaffer no party favors
My bars quicker, bizarre spitter, the odd arranger
My scars thicker I bury the pain with art that's major
The key tickler lyrically beast body raggers
The way I damage this hard, cause you to run from the bars, liable to come with a Charge, crossed with lasers
Your lost shit, ain't no match up to par spit, bitch get lost I'm a barge quick, there's a Chance ya façade sparks my sabers
My teeth sharp like I aim with these darts nigga, deranged and I'm dark witted, your shit Come across often faker Guitar riffs Ringo Starr wit a bomb spiff but I'm John wit these D.A.W. hits Yoko rolling a raw sparked wit flavor
No comparison bitch I'm harrowing blasting some lavish chatter no Hare Krishna or Harrison
I'm blasting sin I'm the devil Lucifer's next of kin Regan era the antichrist exorcism how Necks will spin
On the come up nigga I'm next to win blessed and I keep my levels checked stretching In like an alien
I'm only fucking the bitch if she got the fairest skin, arrogant, but it's classic you average Spittter's get trampled in
I'm the greatest I'm the omegas kin
My particles got me charging up like a Sega spin
My sonics something like sonic with how I'm getting rings, champion sound pound for The pound I meddle with hectic spins
So who the f*ck wan' run-up
We on the fucking come up
Ya dun up, f*ck is up I load a bunch of guns up
For the funds I'm bout to run up might just f*ck a nun up
When I was twelve I went to hell I snuffed almighty's son up, so one up
F*ck it up I f*ck the fucking drum up
Get dumped up, all you artists seek the fucking dumpster
Knuckle up I'm buck as f*ck wit how I thrust the slums up, no thumbs up, for what you Bringing to the table dumb f*ck
I'm going psycho how I fight you typos
And all it took was me to spasm and catch the fucking right flow
I jack sons like I'm wacko I ain't talking Michael
I black son wit the crack flow break the fucking the vice though
I'm off the ropes I'm light though
Sting like a bee nigga Ali with the right though
My left ain't to be messed with either ether when I write dope
I'm off the meter shake ya speakers f*ck ya fake and hype bro
Bounce
I told her, Bounce
B-B-Bounce
I told that bitch to fucking, Bounce
I play the beat and that shit, Bounce
And all my niggas finally, Bounce
I'm with the team I'm finally, Bounce
So f*ck it up I'm bout to, Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

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