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[Chorus:
Cause I'm so dangerous, yeaa
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems
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 with a yellow complexion
call me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys up
Cause I got work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers verse just got the bubble 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
ya get the point it don't really matter who ya is
Nowadays be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit vocals like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the blame when the is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn your
Into particals how you really I'm a lose
Comical money only reason I'm a
They'll anounce that I made a killin like news
3 stories but the truth really never
3 stories in the I never know
Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks
shakira shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games I never got a token
My money counter just be through the motions
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion
Anything less than the best is
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I ya got geicko I leave ya broken
I'm taking the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went eating top ramen 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 time ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my cause 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 take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz:]
[?] to the
Pedal to the
whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't know ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know what waiting for
I finna say nothing, turn the bass 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 going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

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