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You herbs we merged, we're an
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to
That boy Crooked I is to four arms

Ortiz is the body, the cannibal slash killer
Kill you then eat body, Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent
I am the general, bow now, saluting

I don't really think y'all get it
Run up on with a army it is on until it's done, finished
You got a problem any one of my slaughters
y'all niggas can come with it

Me and Joey, we a fit
He like shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I bend a bit
It ain't

I'm shoot your stupid ass
You too laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I

My style is Stalin mixed with lyrics
If you hear it, lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck nothing but my clique
but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the of my fifth

I got a raw and I stay hungry more so
Guess why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform
I record goes down as the best
But the vets won't let that go

could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my right now
Remain focused, what I tell myself now and then
Don't wanna go back to that block like when defends

Uh, oh, my stomach again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my sight I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm hungry I never ate
Set a table up knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

All these dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never separate, we ain't
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I of set a date
I'll devastate your career, look I'm a
Let me get a good breath take before I

Okay, bye, bye you guys, try to rhyme
'Cause line for line what I design is and mine
Sport a divine, meaning right behind
And thank God it shines all the in mine
So my can find a nice dime to grind
Come girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I fuck with but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, off, sound off, hut

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
out the barrel of my fifth

You rappers chasing by any means
Doing silly things, buying too many 20 skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm king
I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest niggas seen

You rappers like you fitting to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, you I'm a intervene
You talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head, nigga? I got the

your Hollywood Limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple
I'll put your pad on property, fag
rob you and hop in the Jag

If you stopping the profit, the glock be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms be sad
will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma
Clock running out and the bad

Any one of you niggas fuck my team?
Pretty ass thing with the infrared
Sleep on that and get killed while you
a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine

Slaughterhouse, a
I'm gooned up if you what I mean
Everybody wanna be down with the
No, no, no, no, no fly

I fuck nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I fuck with nothing but my
Nothing but hot shit, me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the barrel of my

My one to astonish, tell the President, VP
Notify the Congress, say I'm arrogant, pompous but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the
They still making threats on your

But I tell them where I be, they ignore the compass
I think all your play dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango
Fans they know that You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight SEAL

them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids Asher Roth
just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to it off

If it ain't for me, most dudes would be angrily
But anxiously bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little think they the same as me
I'm synchronized you and men should die

certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with niggas in disguise
Best bet is to to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for

y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to what the pen describes
So he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck nothing but my clique
but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut

I with nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the of my fifth