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I got the mad (3x)
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad (3x)
You I got the mad wunz

lord digga

That's right y'all, your hands y'all
Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the y'all

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better chill and a smack
To the check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
'cause I'm gettin play all the way down
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef make stew
You hold the bowl and I'll do the
Rhymes are abundant shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a out of sand
The big bad blow them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle
But I run like a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall september
got a posse just add another member
Lord d [the d for digga
wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the limit
Get too much light and dim it
So yo bust the and turn in your text
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay away sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass just as
Original the style and, rhymes in a and
How many do I know on rikers island?
One two four five I'm losing count
But no matter the sum it's too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound fresh but I'm
you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got magic in my johnson potion
Try to play me ashe you'll get like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher
In cali they call em one time they be gafflin hour
Which they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench
I like the with the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the you got the best you get the heiny
On the other hand uptown at the
Chromed out with no tints and hammers em follow
But I never get, I say I never get too up
Because I easy come easy go
Nuff to the women with the job skills
Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills
Cause I'm not the one to play
So take the crack between legs and find another attack
And just that, mentality
me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz

2x

I got the mad
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad
it

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better
I'm hot like clothes in the
I got that you can't comprehend
I got beats that come to an end
Yeah, I rock like grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the
If I gave em to my posse, probably drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I never of your
Wack ass, so save the flack for
And leave on the midnight the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya kick it]
You probably didn't know but I a lot of pain
Don't sleep or be having nightmares like dana dane
I mean to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my like roaches
Hey mate, the of the month's not the one
That I pursue, though on low she get done
I got the wunz are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you and make your ears go bad
So come and get it, and get it one time
Before I have to say rhyme on the mad wunz

I got the mad
You know I got the mad
I got the mad
And I'm casper...