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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
boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms

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

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

Me and Joey, we a fit
He like starting shit, I like shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't a bit
It intricate

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

My is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your
your appearance into a disappearance
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

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

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

I got a raw flow and I stay hungry so
that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat I perform shows
What I record goes as the best
But the vets won't let torch go

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

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

All these dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we separate, we ain't married
Jab it time I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devastate your career, I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a breath take before I regulate

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

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

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

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

Fuck your Hollywood Limousine and rented
I give you three red dots and I call it a beam
put your pad on your 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
Pops will be mad, doctor be
Possibly be stopping the dropping
running out and the outcome bad

Any one of you fuck with my team?
Pretty ass with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get while you dream
Fuck a rap group a machine

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

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

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

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

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

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

If it ain't for me, young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting
what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronized you and your men die

Learn certain shit you meant to try
Got the ground covered some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to to fly
a game, you down, you in for life

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to
enabled to write what the pen describes
So when he asked what I and why, I tell him

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

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