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[Chorus:
Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous,
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems
Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems

Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of with a yellow complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow point ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
Nowadays be snitching and they so smooth
your vocals like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn your
Into particals how you thinkin I'm a lose
Comical money reason I'm a move
anounce that I made a killin like obama news
3 stories but the truth really told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota kill to get a docks episode
With shakira shaking what she got in a leapered
Play no like I never got a token
My money counter just be going the motions
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the hell is a
Anything less than the best is
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I ya broken
I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My in the wrong direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz:]
[?] to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
I'm off the block
This ain't work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan