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Wagwan foghorn leghorn Come Halloween I'm the wrong one to egg on Four Megatron limbs harmin 'em with homonyms Far from PC, I'm VC with his arm in the rim Got songs and hymns Kick a rhyme on a whim Come for me - chance of you surviving extra slim Like a skinny MF DOOM, it'll be next to Grimm Knock you in your loose lips for popping off at the gums Like a packet of Eclipse Dawg you slipped for not recognizing YOD was god since we used to boost chips And the box juice Ssips Rockin pants that swish Then I link with rich to flip product The product of that was utterly hypnotic Your mind is not equipped to understand our quips Shut up and keep, with your grandma hips Man, built like my auntie, hopped online [?] Eternally sleep telling cats to stay woke By doing this I'm a neighborhood treasure I pack some more, in just for good measure That's a good measure, ain't it? I can see the future and that ain't it For tryna taint the pictures I painted I just might go start a residency Pump it out to Grammarcy Teacher said I was nice with the grammar, see Lord have mercy Thirsty, firstly known for flowing with finesse like Percy P And going hand to hand, can't see me man to man Plus your man aura's fucking banana-rammer pandora Y'all cats sedentary on the road to dead and buried Practically souvenirs, haven't made a move in years Now give me dap or a five Old Droog the greatest rapper alive Shut the f*ck up Compare the flow to an avalanche A battle ram, [?] should be my acronym Sick pen game like a [?] sonogram Born to kill, coming at ya like a porno cam Ain't you know I smoke that fruity-color tucan? Eat the pussy, get her wetter than the Hoover Dam Ain't no need to say my name, bitch know who I am Rappers [?] in the closet like Luther Van Get killed watching shows like Abraham Next time at your funeral doing a Shmurda dance Want beef, act like you're at the burger stand Pull the burner, put holes in your cardigan Bitch, I'm 'bout to get the artisan Go Son of Sam have you shaking like Parkinson Ain't going in unless my nigga sneak the Larkin in Shoot a rapper just to help him with his marketin' Don't even get me started and One phone call, now your family we targetin' [?] I walk in, they be like "who let the Martian in?" Said I'm the best, it ain't a single nigga question it Either it's the truth or these niggas disrespectin' Took it as a sign [?] Changing of the guard, all these whack niggas exit
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