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Nah man, not quite yet...

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

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

If he hollers let him go ya'll

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

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

Till speakers 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 bunch and your bowels in an
Ima show you why I came, so you asking me what the fuck for
Now you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more
Bitch time to put the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a (problem), run boy!
Every flow, got it
So every last word, hat you fags heard
Comes straight from the ass
Yeah, in words, I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the Yeah still plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, Understandable why jealous
animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya
Shady, I don't understand ya Understand my flow?

Bitch I flow, Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
you dare try to follow or compare boy
I'm raw, you even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy

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