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[Verse 1:

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

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell to the people not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we don't play
Where I'm from it's like hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade with him for?
While you 'em all, I'm stuffin the drawer
Then leave em for you to Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill are far apart of our squad
I put you on a course in a smart car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
In a car you only drive on the race track
So the lines bout your feelings and the
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, facts
you ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse the
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO...

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating Top Ramen to top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets except for the
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My on my long erection
Now it's time ya bow down to the rectum
ment in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a with my Ivanka, pompous girls
She on E, on me, singing on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got her sniffin Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No we int
I feel tintin the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Ya man like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
it to the pedal
Pedal to the
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm 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 outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his in the air 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 can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
Lord of the underground, God of the
On black, on con to the jure
Yeah I'm off the
This work, homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical mandible to the flammable
Ammo, animal off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenon
I spit fast as Lamborghini's in