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Nah man, not quite yet...

I think
you just mighta just pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I it like a Mogwi
Cuz it will into a gremlin and run over kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! so big you can fit a midget in its engine
Bitch them digits while your cringin'
Not by the on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spen-spend even ten on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty
Shit if I a penny's pretty
Just how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an by his toe

While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his

If he hollers better let him go

(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
Get up baby get a on, like a u-haul
You can rack your brain pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit, yeah you called?
Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I it
Evil, I see hear and it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same
You can count motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it
the Kraken & Titans, when they clash and
Get your bashin so bad
You gonna have Kurt Cobain to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a asshole
Now take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, stand there and look stupid at me bitch
I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, it till it pops up

are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up
Me, I'm always shittin diarrhea at the

Till your crap out (pthhhhp)

Ha, Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette (Chit- chigarette)
But you get a hot fudge Sunday from me

So do not my way slut, because...
(You own me) Now here we go, go, go
And now that I got your panties in a and your bowels in an uproar
Ima show you why I came, so you stop me what the fuck for
Now you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put the math back in the
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
Every flow, got it
So every last word, hat you fags heard
Comes straight the fish's ass
Yeah, in other words, I'm a
at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, why you're jealous
animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya
Shady, I understand ya flow Understand my flow?

I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the outta my hair boy

You can look, you can stare and
But you can't touch I'm too
I don't get it man, is a void
All weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch, I'm with some shit for that ass
In ya elephant (Hemorrhoids)
And boys...
(You don't own me) Now we go, go, go
Thank you for coming out. you enjoyed the show.
Until time... peace.