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

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green a yellow complexion
call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm luda
Rep the dirty all across the world I it
Suafist and a hollow point ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and they so
Defaquit your vocals like it's pro
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 your molecules
Into particals how you thinkin I'm a lose
money only reason I'm a move
They'll that I made 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 episode
With shakira shaking what she got in a robe
Play no games like I never got a
My money counter be going through the motions
Give me my jim mask cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the is a promotion
Anything less the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I hope ya got I leave ya broken
I'm taking the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
My in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow in [?]
Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous [?]
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
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 the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
Pedal to the
whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
I know what ya'll 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 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 be mad at least everything you speak is...
I can't of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My fly like I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This work, call 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, quick fricken Joe
New Rolls Royce, fall 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 seen the
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan