Lyrics:
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Been everywhere and I swear that
I ain't never seen no rebel flags in Indiana
Shout out to my brothers down south
Jelly, Church, Struggle
Disrespect them
of the realest and frankly I'm too nasty
Swerving in and out of the lane they can't catch me
G code a 1,000 I'm street savvy
Plum whip khaki the guts with two
right there that’s how we wreck party shout out dj Lbanga whipping the beat up, once again this your boy Skorch Flamez philly favorite hot boy and I’m
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
like I'm on the mike
And like I'm on the mike
And like Adam and Eve we're gonna try a achieve
What most people out here disbelieve
Dj's cuts so
a good time
Lost yourself along the way
And everybody wanna dance
Request rejected by the DJ
Good thing you got yourself a man
You want something to make
0’3 raised by a fiend bounced around a lot as a teen but never switched up on my team was hungry for a dream so r u running with the team pussy nigga
scratches] "Listen to the situation my son"
So I say
[Chorus]
Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man - seen a lot of shit man
Shout out Forrest
the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans
Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest
Hefner bitch
Yeah man, shouts out to DJ Wrexx
Also at the Playboy mansion
DJ'ing his ass off
Shouts out to the Fader magazine
Pitchforkcom for holding me
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
Nefertisis
Watch out for the curse from the mummy's tomb
Don't break that seal or get disease and doom
My name is DJ Nefertisis gonna rock your ancient world
Needing salvation
Reach out!
Teach in musical elation
Shout! Get out of it get within it
Get out of it get within it
All the way mad and bad
do it like a G
On the couch in V.I.P
Shawty, we could get it on
I'm like, shout out to the DJ for playin' this song
Girl, we could act like two
I just wanted to say uh
Shout out Austin man
Uh
He said I could bag some whores
I never felt that before in my life
That's crazy
That's crazy thank
and Batcave Studios
Shout out to everybody that participated
In this mixtape man
Look out for the album, Flamers
3: Hottest in America, coming soon
Documentary
She's a chain smoking hurricane Knock me on my ass again
Antichrist 666
Kill you with her devil grin
Going out twist and shout
Ready to confess her
And aiyyo! I just want to shout out to my home-BRO, from Tokyo!
And check this out, if you're a critic, you can get the DIDDICK
Just because I pop a lot
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
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