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I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa
You want 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 kill you
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Green Bay
I the zero's
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' double
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

Haha, up
Ludacris are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all across the world I it
Suafist and a hollow point ya head
Hope ya get the it don't really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and they so
Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but they you
Know you get the blame when the is who he spoke to
Diabolical at your and turn your molecules
Into particals how you really I'm a lose
Comical money only I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin obama news
3 stories but the really never told
3 stories in the condo I know
Who I goota kill to get a bomm docks
With shakira shaking what she got in a robe
Play no games like I got a token
My money counter just be going through the
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the hell is a
Anything less than the is insulting
toilest I be pissing like a sultan
I ya got geicko I leave ya broken
I'm bout the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he 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 her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't know what hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't know you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear going
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But be mad at least everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm launching
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 West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I speak fast as in Ramadan