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"Get for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."

Ortiz]
As as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend other, my brother just hollered at me again
He he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and
dick-ridin the people providin on beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad
I lose it, my music's a movement and they mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in pad lift
'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
See the is (what) I'm a bastard
How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
In the past I was passive, now I'm mad
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic yo' ass is

Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel the one at all
Snatch your vocal out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our is raw
You a square, you're silverware in a war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under spoon
I'm a lover, the bustin is old to me
You put head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
God me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. spill the on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody, I feel the can help me
Your jean's than Em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha

WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}

[Joe
Outnumbered, outspoken,
outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to 'em
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I 'em
Cream, 'em, team can't out-spit him
(You could) Keep sleepin, your wet is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' sutra
Steakhouse nigga, to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's, was a intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and
I suggest you and mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably can't - out!

I]
I a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not
(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter a piano
Producers may wanna order some
I'm a California corner
Your boy wasn't born a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look
We the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all tired
We like Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse nigga!