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matter how bad you get me I'm getting back in the worst way
Nothing to remember you by just another stain

I am not like these other white rappers bitch I

Your little black heart hiccups
The white noise never clears
Run from your hopes
Take stock in your fears
They’ll pay you to lie
The angels heading

of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck

Down the Line

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud
So next up down the line, Scrap Lover
[Scrap

and Queens, and among them Alice recognises the White Rabbit: he is talking in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything that is said, and goes by without

backs against the ropes

Leak the truth most niggas is spooked my killers a shoot 
My little niggas some little hitters ah air out the room
Fuck the rules

know
A sickened killer inside your room
Can't tell you how they know you
Despite their reason to kill you too

I can't abide by, I can't by their rules
I

ooo
Nie przejmuję się za bardzo bo
Moje serce już zamarzło
Po trze bu ję by ogrzał mnie ktoś
Ona grzeje mnie jak boiler room
Tyle ciał że czuję się jak

If you ain't slangin that killer
Or that OG Kush
Don't approach me like you know me
Im OD Stush? Boss individual, Hoff givin you
Swag on a kilogram

Ask About Me

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. I: The War Disc

1998

was the sound 
I started lettin' off rounds, 
Lay the whole fuckin' room down 
I don't want to see Your Honor, 
Ratha' eat piranha from Benny Hana,

a nigga, "What?"
I had to call 'em to pick him up
I got them killers with triggers
That's waitin' in front of your house 'til the sun down
Hop out

the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for

Let me get out there
Let me get loose 
Let me buss out this plain white tee
And my skanking boots

i got a backwood too
And I can back a few moves

driving like a Tesla
Don’t like ya attitude, sir
Nigga just get the fuck out my fiesta
Spilling some red on my white shirt
Really got my heart broken by

the dick
Blonde white shawty, Tomi Lauren want a fix
Tommy Hilfiger with a tommy by the hip
Heart so black nigga I don’t give a shit, I’m a sick fuck tie

that 1981 Sonic Youth rock
Yeah I’m whiter than a sheet of paper in the printer (that's white)
So white that they can’t see me in the middle

flop shit
This that pure white raw in that ziploc, bitch
Back the fuck back before I fuck you up
You better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
You

cheekbones, ch

Look, steppin' out up in
That Onda? wearin' off-white (Off-white)
Catch these fuckers frontin' then
It's on sight (Alright)
She already know

debting me
I do not by what you selling me
Fuck on these hoes and they dead to me
Did it on purpose
Grew up with killers and murders
None of my niggas is

tittie white bitch, keep the coke by her cleavage
Keep the strap in her purse and the hard in her underwear
Left over lasagna sitting right in that

displayed Jesus as black
Then they made everyone look white cause whites were feeling mismatched
Some even use the Bible to defend slavery
God didn't end

on with a tint, I see through the fake
Plug on the drank, by the crates, got me switching states
Thought I spilled dope on my pants, they just Off-White

the trap
How you for the people but will serve the same people crack
Tip toeing with the mag
Selling white boy to blacks
Subtracting us with what you add
You

to ya
Think you hot as me by copying
Ya look like Jakku sun's
Goin ape shit with the stick, gonna call me ShawBaku's son
Straight killer how I'm flowin