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Tired of rapping the same
the same, ya, hah
Living in the place
What style is Proof gonna do this
Ya really wanna know,
is he gonna do?
You got who said,
"I'm out, I'm out the this year"
Fuck, all them
Fuck
said me and Bizarre hate each other
you
Low Key
Fuck that
Talking 'bout he battled me and me
you
And I see you on the streets
I'm in grill
Ya what I'm saying?

By the age of
My mind was gugarious
Various opponents stature was hilarious
you
Throwing fairy
Then frowning on whack chorus
Proof was on the before Nat Morris
as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap was brought
Stars eat
The of haters
us perging gators
So I spit at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool
None can match
Blast at your rib
Making your hatch back
You fat tactics
And of Dexatrim
Whippin' my dick out on
If say sex is sin
to Slim
I'm as a Tetris win
Dozen solo are respected men
Get known for
Irritate me like infected
The future lookin' the same
Like a neglected
Some test the
unnecessary
To your crew, family, your friends
Your tech can
Knock your paws off
Left you like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross
Zone like Rick James he smoke crack
You and Baltimore
Got something in
Y'all whack
Proof the P-I-N
If I ain't the best year
The be my twin

Who's the ass nigga
That's mentioning my
No one to
I just back your name
None of bitch ass niggas wanna test
'cause minutes or less
I'll be at your
You're just a
And I wanna you
And the niggas you was
They left you
So duck down 'cause Kid's comin' here
Shootin' at you and your
And cousins you seen in years
you believe in God
'cause you better pray
your kids from the window
And duck this AK
And already done the Proof and Denaun
And even if I to
I can't change my nigga's
'cause you on the list
These bullets are
And ain't no way in that you avoidin' this
no apologies
Yo I see your on my caller ID
Bitch, stop me
the truce
Nigga I pull the deuce
And my go wild
Like a bunch of rats that got
I'm comin' for you
So behind your door
'cause all my believe in the Art Of War
(x4)
What you for?
Is you on for
Trife
you the art of war

Straight
Burying bodies right on top of each
So when ask
I just say you under the (Killer Eel)
No matter the problem
can solve 'em
Keep a breathless
The whips regardless

Walking you punks right to the of darkness
We're way beyond
I pull me out a cartridge
I bank
up your white tank top
While my nigga Bugz is up
nearest gang spot
Just scarred liar retired
We make niggas pass out fliers
Flossin' my teeth with barbed
Leavin' a mess
harass kids
And buy 'em a bar
So can tell me where you live
Artist]
Highly
my wrist
Lickin' off this tech
With my flossed bitch
up the Art of War
In the dictionary
And see holding your kids
for their Crunch Berries
My stay hot
Coat stomachs Malox
Run away
Setting it off with the guns Dre got
Ghetto
But ass
Fuck you back to life
Nigga we you in your caskets
Running off with the mop like you got
But in my I'm thinking
Blast soon as I somethin'
And when you
I know damn well I done somethin'
And I'm your brains
Off my for frontin'
is
Your local weed
Throwing pipe bombs in church
To your elders
The men on bitches like
You these
Banging clits and
Till drop the sheets
Niggas'll die these
we inflict
You supposed to be in shit
'cause you the underdog
(x2)

Bugz'll you
In less than a or two
Bring the art of war to door
me Sonny Zoo
Nigga be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
dialing 976-need-a-dick (bitch)
Niggas you
I'm known to smack, stab, and on
Kick at, hit on, you me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my
Like your bout it with your
Ain't you the nigga
Who was on his couch
on site boy
If you like your boy
(Yo Bugz, leave nigga alone
You know he just a boy)
Fuck
I him off the wheels
And take his
Or bought a royal
And destroy him with my
You ass
How you figure it linger
Take your on Jenny Jones
Then beat ass on Jerry Springer
fuck with it
Or get head split and mouth bruised
a promise
Fuck Shoes*
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