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Straight chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain fry
a clamb strip all day get high
Never ending felt course stay fly
My mom's a math teacher so I multiply
Not a mathematician so I ride
At my 98 Altima outside
Hustle and I'm tryna get by
U E double B follow with a Y
Mothaf*cka that's me and I be so
To be on my you gonna need a step-stool
Always a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breaking law till they kick me out of school
So amped up you'd think I'm chuggin' jet
Chasing a bottle of moon shine an O'Doules
No more rules let me up Billy Madison
And have em slippin' on banana peels if they him
I'm bafflin' any competitor what I'm rappin' and
The future's lookin' bright I I'm staring at a halogen
in '88 I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday
Then it started happenin', turned into a
Full pit with a little Maltise
Woof, slaughter any I see
You've now warned, you'd better hide your beats

I'ma never give a f*ck you
I'm just what I do
Murder any beat I put my too
Thought you knew that's I do
Rappin' on the mike my face turns blue
Through and through what I do
That's I do

Stop sleeping over man pass the blunt
L ride town and be back for lunch
Got a plate of beats and some Captain Crunch
Me on the mike only lost a once
else, murked em
Cooked it up, em
Pen in I got the dexterity of a surgeon
burn em, written rhymes flawless
Like the of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I'm an artist
B*tch, nobody what I'm sayin'
Lyrical display gon' shock em Raiden
Everyday ragin', me where the party's at
Where the where the broads where the hotties at?
Where the where the bud, where the Marley at?
Where the stage I'm bouta the crowd a heart attack
Life's short so you know I live it up
Brim low dutch I'ma never give a f*ck

All I my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
Livin' life like a video so press pause
Double tap X with a to the brain
back square hit em with the scorpion chain
So get over b*tch ill kick em like Liu Kang
And fatality anybody who on my name
Its that up tyrant, heatin' up the climate
on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
It's that motherf*ckin' Optimus full bottle of pills
Blunted with a of wine
Fully bout to take over the game soon
no mothaf*cka I'm afraid to bring the flame to
Got em rotisserie I be smokin' piffery
Making words connect letters written in calligraphy
Not a person here stepping in my
see Webby's back and this is what I do