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[Chorus:
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 want no problems, you don't want no

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I pack the
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 some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' double
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the all across the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow through ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
they be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals like it's pro
Sposed to it real 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 money only reason I'm a
They'll anounce that I a killin like obama news
3 but the truth really never told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I kill to get a bomm docks episode
With shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games like I never got a
My money counter just be going the motions
Give me my jim carey mask I'm smokin
Always bein a boss what the is a promotion
Anything less the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be pissing like a
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 from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
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 like the glass,
You a sip with me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand a black 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 some lead into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what ya'll for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't what you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, turn the bass up til the speakers pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I 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 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, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and I'm off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
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 the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan