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on Kimbo block

I don't believe you

You got two faggot ass sons to look after
And you really tryin' to battle beef
Talkin' this 5002 and 0 shit to
A nigga

to the streets
Suburban white boy I don't get into beef
Only thing I come for is the bong and the kief
Went from the attic to the penthouse
Bitches in my bed now,

slide
Mhm maybe next time
But right now boy its my time
Drop an album in the winter time
Khulubuse yi killer album
Khulubuse is also my son
I’m outchea

Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad

and Seven And put on those old songs
Grab his 68 sunburst Gibson and pick and sing along
All these years later I’m here and he’s gone
Boy country sure has

Evil Twin [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-

Evil Twin

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit

gonna do music
Until 2 thousand and 2 2

I rep Boy Better Know, there's no better boys
You don’t wanna see JME getting annoyed
Cause when he starts

Homies be waiting five years just to drop an album
I'm homies cause I be meditating up in the mountains of Shaolin
Like, hmm, don't talk to me
You ain't

just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys

love, yeah yah (woah)

Cause we don't know what could happen next time feds come around here 

(Pa pa paw) heard them boys shot a ni**a down 

(Pa pa paw)

Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared

Gibson
Huh, Huh
Run it like Kenyan
Feelin like a villain
'88 Pistons
Hadda hit 'em twice 'cuz the boy had a chin like crimson
Ladies and gentleman
Rocks

‘Dope Dilla’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson

VERSE 1

Let me show you young niggas how to kill a beat
Let a old nigga touch it like

There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me

Mama said son

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I

Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot

They'd wake up in the middle of the night
A father and his precious only son 
Together they would huddle by the lamp 
Together they would learn

put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In

on Instagram is
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Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take

Or Mel Gibson with this lethal weapon,
When you focus on the wrong shit,
You miss out on your blessings,
I jus mind my business, Liv3 my life,
And niggas

faces Don't want no new friends no new faces
Them boys play with me so I just air them out Beat my case no witnesses no one testify
Smoking weed to calm

y'all shit in half just like delores
Like I'm mel gibson I know what's in her head
When you not a simp you don't ever need to beg
Niggas trade self