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I'm your Testarosa. gear
Watch me go, keep 'em in
Rumble, man rumble
won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank, get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical
But I'm rolling, the tolling
For the D's keep
Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet blur
Me, the Testarosa like it suppose ta
try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the dual
Don't ever try to fuck a boss
High octane there ain't no
When I swing on a speed king
And that's just gear, listen for the upshift
Who can get wit'
I'm your

gear, look it here queer
I'm in here, hitting like
The rhyme cartel legalized dope
Some cope, get (gunshot noises)
on the boss, it's finish is flawless
12 listen to the horses
It smooth
Move or get move
Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting
I ?cutted? you ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept, muthafukas step
The best get swept and let out to
Huuuu, look at that air
Second gear, passing
Revolution per lyric get
How can I chill my rhyme's on fire
As I the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power to the max
Red line is to the peak of my speech
And I ya, I'm your Testarosa

Gear number three, get off the and don't let 'em up
'em all down on these young bucks
Let 'em big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the
tolerated none, son
Left you at the gun I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you that's quick
Huh, wait I hit fifth
Me and my pack, we plenty of snackpacks
You fat now I'm yo to the max
Want for your next attack
Hey, yo, mass, yea, I got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pain
Critical mass is my name
My personal trainer, taking gainer
Got the to crush and contain ya
On the tach, I'm like a ax
Cutting up air like Boeings
to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm Testarosa

Up to gear, the speed increase
got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose, I excuse the wack
You light my fuse and out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch, I'm out live
So I'm rough lust who wanna be
You fuss and cuss wearing Raider's stuff
Fake fools around the way
damn well, you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come son, so you rattle
it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose freak
The cam's growl, engine
My tongue keep beating 'em
Rev it up, get for fifth
hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya, ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
And I'm Testarosa
I'm Testarosa
Yo Punish, show 'em what it is

Gear five, you're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I for mine
I the dope and is he coming up, nope
I ain't the so don't hope for my throat
it is, the whiz gets his
The word quiz is it is and Mix don't give
Sight to the wack who act Max
And try to a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me, it cool
To rob another them claim you rule
You but not me, troops, you like juice
So you hit the stage my boots
Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and then
How I left you in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my gears and then
'Cause I lock the box on clowns that jock
cone is 230 up on ya
I'm your (3x)