[Intro: Come on, man, you a dude, Chef Talk to niggas, man, stop playing, man For real, man
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Rhymes:] Shallah, I got 'em Heat-seeking spit, don't even 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, & bone, poisonous logo the dragon, massacre the scene I'm spitting, burn a through the speaker, And start the street up please call the fire department And I'm a believer, Ya'll that I ain't the one to start with Cause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the smell My bleed and we nam them up like ox tail Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the is please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this Cause I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers them 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