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This is a Misdemeanor
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It's very necessary, on the
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to
My is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put on that baby
My was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go Terri
And Terri is a freak, but his baby she will carry

The life he a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and style is temporary
Yeah, you to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My is very slurry
Me without Tim is Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's all get buried

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Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you love me
Don't try to come me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way,
This not a of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep runnin'
Hiding from me, 'cuz you you are weak

You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin'
In Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out
why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

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C'mon,
C'mon,
C'mon,
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon,
C'mon,

I had a homie named Paul Revere
blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He to swear up and down every first of the year
He was quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the
spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and ballin' up the Avenue
Funky fresh to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz reason I ain't jackin' fools
You know bullshit and stackin' rules
Niggas keeps drawin', the keep callin'
Drink 'til I'm and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck
do not try to fuck with this young duck

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