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Pow-pow! off the corral Now, the street vet from the mile Is vexed without the techs and six Body bullet polluter, perverted Now who the, wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased I got a bitch named trigger, my will make your brain Dirty D is like cane
Remained eased, maintain status with no pause Hot to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw My only thought is before my arrival I'm jumping out on like I'm 5-0 Smack 'em up a pack of trifling fly hoes Any to mangle I never pass up Fucking your clique with sticks - face down, ass up Dirty packing the shit to turn your chest red With our in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said
Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dozen Nasty like a stank, slut with 30 husbands I was 5 I was already fuckin' And playing X-rated in Teddy Ruxpin I used to walk up and down the block Locked in youth homes at 6 with glocks I grew up with not ballers, who got callers with guns and Rotwillers
By any means I'm on a killing spree It's the devil in me, intoxicated with brown Beware life ain't and I don't care Cher braids my hair her kids are in day-care Two and I'm out for lunch whore said I'm here "Sugar pie, honey bunch" This kid, that ain't the answer You're more than an anorexic cat with fucking cancer
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Back from the studio boy, I don't mingle Smoking LSD, on Lou Roths new single Who's the big guy quick like Sugar Ray Fuck bitch, Bizarre might take you away Give up the cause I know you a freak ?? in a week, cause my got to eat Date raping anorexic girls in my car (Hold up Bizarre, you taking shit too far!!!) but I stop cause my brains ain't there
Bust a nut then drop bitch in Lake St. Clair Your mistakes ain't rare, rap style annoys You rap like a bitch plus I can't stand voice Bitch you suck, you as fuck, eat a dick You need a brick upside your dome, we be the you down in carloads Leaving you smashed down on tar roads, flat line barcodes
Put up guard hoes, I'm blazing heat the way we speak Not even Nike could these amazing feats rappers eternally, internally and externally For half stepping like one-legged McGraw, AKA Eye-Kyu Putting something inside you, leaving holes that I see right For obstructing my view, my art of attack Is slugs through your chest, that'll your heart out your back sure you get fed, with a whole lot of led And throw you over the Ambassador and scream "Drop Dead!"
Largely, I'm out to stack equations, a tax-evasion Make say "That's amazing," all the same like black and Asian My pack evasion, a stage and you blush like a Cadillac, I wish your fleet would try to rap, Or make a man bleed, like a cattle stampede Front and co-sign my hands Think to Recognize like Sam My ?? dispose ya, froze ya, classic closure The out to blast ya My runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya Past the, norm, my swarm, molest the children of the corn Dirty D infinity, now bring it on
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