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

Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy
My every records jumpin', or playin' double
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

Haha, up
they 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 they be and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it but they don't you
Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to
shoot at your and turn your molecules
Into particals how you thinkin I'm a lose
Comical only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I a killin like obama news
3 stories but the truth really never
3 stories in the I never know
Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks
With shakira shaking she got in a leapered robe
Play no like I never got a token
My money counter just be going the motions
me my jim carey mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a what the hell is a promotion
less than the best is insulting
Gold I be pissing 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 perfection was my
My mind in the direction
Now time ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a with my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl
She on E, on me, singing 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 a sip with me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

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

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