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Ghazer

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When I look between the two I find a pattern
Hoes and todays rappers
Their brains don't fuckin matter
One word and they'll shatter
When I write I'm like the hatter
Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper
Puff the green and ink splatters
There once was a slut
Who liked to take it up the butt
And the dunce wants the nut
Tried to put me in a rut
If you don't wanna ride
Sounds like you need to cut
"I already tried"
Bitch look at your gut
Saying yes to you would be the real test, bitch
Paying less now cause you lack in chest, bitch
Straining my eyes since you started to undress, bitch
I'm taking a rest
The blood in my dick got repossessed
You a double bagger hoe
Just want a piece of all the dough
I got your mommas number though
And snuck threw her bedroom window
She gave me the best god damn blow
I ever did receive that's where I wrote this flow and shot her in the dome
With my dick you know
Motherfucker look around
We in the pound
So lemme break it down, for you
I'm the best lyrical rapper around
Even in your own town
I get around
Fuckin bitches down
Like a filthy fucking hound
I take em' to the ground
Tie em' till they're bound
F*ck em' like a boarhound
I ain't wasting time
on ugly ass bitches
That's the bottom line
you below chasing these riches
The grind took over my mind
It's like a fuckin sickness
The rhymes fill the lines
you a fuckin eye witness
You're ass hurts cause that's where my fist is
You're last, I'm first that's why you get frizzed
You're passed I'm versed that's just where it is
I'm racked you're pursed and that is just biz
Take a fucking hint and get to stepping
I ain't messing Motherfucker
I'm a blessing
You can't write and need a lesson
Why you stressing
Is it cuz I keep you guessing
I'm professing
Your bad music needs addressing
It's depressing and repressing
Stick to the same flow we all know
You ain't make the goals
Your brain froze
All these dirty ass hoes
Putting makeup on toes
Gonna take up the woes
Motherfuckers gonna decompose
You aren't gonna be hot just because of some clothes
And starving yourself isn't gonna make up for all the hot cocoas
You don't even know how to hold a conversation
When I know your dialogue I get a evil sensation
I don't know if my headache and your face is in relation
Wash your hands and maybe you'll have a fuckin revelation
When I look between the two I find a pattern
Hoes and todays rappers
Their brains don't fuckin matter
One word and they'll shatter
When I write I'm like the hatter
Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper
Puff the green and ink splatters
What you thought I was fuckin done?
Nah you stupid bitch imma be number one
I got the vocal lethality of a big ass gun
And there is no world where you can take me one on one
I got a semi auto 30 round .308
No debate
I will be the one to close your fate
Motherfucker
I will be there on the day
You get to heavens gate
Give it to you straight
Shove my barrel up your ass
Give you a big old blast
Before I give your bitch the shaft
She be accin' mad daft
Screaming everywhere like bitch that's just half
Pay you like the slut you are and give you a buck in cash
It ain't my fault your rhymes are trash
When I write on the paper it turns to ash
When I hear your beats I swear you button mash
Everything I make is better then you, I have a whole stash
You can't tell me that I'm acting rash
Every fucking bar I write lands with a crash
I've never heard of backlash
Only the hot flash of the gat that I hid in a cache
When I look between the two I find a pattern
Hoes and todays rappers
Their brains don't fuckin matter
One word and they'll shatter
When I write I'm like the hatter
Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper
Puff the green and ink splatters

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