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1] Dear Lord, mercy on my banana clips Give 'em half, call it banana splits But my is really like a banana 6 Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet Apes, yeah you bananas to the That mean your got a banana in her face And on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk And all of these swine up off my Tryin' to take the up off of my Benz SLR, nigga Niggas 'bout to go to so these bitches gon' have to leave Gon' roll around with that B-Y, nigga just up my sleeve Got body plans, so I karate stance so I open up my chi Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy Doo doo beat like two with one freak one me But I can DP like it's more Three for me or me or me or me or me or me Team me is meat eating animals meeting a meteor Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars striking Viking hordes Fighting heightened, soars nonsense] That was Adolf, reacting to my new Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get? Well that's cause you ain't Lu, Took two of the holy grail I backed up and I turned around And I bent over and pittoo'd I Jay, that's my nigga I feel sicker than a cruise I ain't competition, I don't shit The only is this new shit These new niggas rappin' they 2 They be actin' they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit happened to the game? Niggas think they Jappin' cause they like they Wayne Rappin' they Chainz I ain't matchin' them in But I'm rappin' like I'm Like smackin' in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain And my heroin is on and my metaphors is on brains My left foot is in LA but my right is in Spain Now we all heard what he said, but what he said we dead And shit is insane so crazy, look at the little baby Nigga you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't You will respect me, you will me But I've done so much, no how far you go, you will reflect me SLR, nigga These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' to leave And when the gone, knee shots disabled Your DVD of Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your table. And my punch bowl's an ocean And I lay it on by the But it's so strong, I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle Satan on my while I'm hangin' on to an angel Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's nigga, Lupe Land, SLR Here we go, FL Hold up, go back to the part Would say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own