[Intro: Come on, man, you a wild dude, to them niggas, man, stop playing, man For real, man
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Rhymes:] Shallah, I got 'em Heat-seeking missile spit, don't try to hide, nigga through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, violation's a I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous the dragon, massacre the scene I'm spitting, burn a hole the speaker, And melting the street up Somebody please call the fire And I'm a believer, Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start Cause the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell My fangs bleed and we nam them up ox tail Ya'll see what's happening, know what the truth is Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do Cause once I finish dudes, it's for them yappers Throw in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers I microphone control, it's the current factor The records bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone