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

Verse ase

Bust it, out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a
To the left check (uhh) if you speak watch your mouth
I'm gettin play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well stew
You the bowl and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the and
Three little pigs a song out of sand
The big bad blow them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my is not barnacle bill
But I run like a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll like september
Still got a posse just add member
d [the d stand for digga
Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my
Punks better slow down and the speed limit
Get too much and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in text
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay away from got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll kill my ass just as quick
the style and, rhymes in a pill and
How many brothers do I 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
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Verse

You sound but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under
I got in my johnson like potion
Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble the c-cypher power
In cali they call em one time they be every 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 hand uptown at the apollo
Chromed out with no and hammers make em follow
But I get, I say I never get too caught up
Because I know come easy go
respect to the women with the job skills
Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills
I'm not the one to play piggyback
So take the crack your legs and find another attack
And that, mentality alone
Keeps me a healthy home, the mad wunz

2x

I got the mad
You know I got the mad
I got the mad
it

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you retire
I'm hot like in the dryer
I got skills that you can't
I got beats that come to an end
Yeah, I like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti everywhere
bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, probably drink em all
But I want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the to georgia
Because I floored ya kick it]
You probably didn't know but I a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares dana dane
I don't to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the of the month's not the one
I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz that are 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 to say another rhyme on the mad wunz

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