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

[Joell
As long as I got my pen I don't need a
We got ears that we each'll each other, my brother just hollered at me again
He said he of all the lyin, deceivin and
dick-ridin the people on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it a bad bitch
I lose it, my music's a movement and they mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in pad lift
Point 'em out and I will 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 I was passive, now I'm mad bitch
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas where yo' ass is

Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, ain't 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 wolf pack, riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your
I'm a lover, the bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I the ovaries
God me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody, I feel the can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he healthy, hahaha

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

Budden]
Outnumbered, outspoken,
Outweighed odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to 'em
I outsmart 'em, 'em, I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't him
(You could) sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama
Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Noodler
on B and E's, was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms me con and loser
I you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet it, and probably can't recoup - out!

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