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Brought my laser turn him to a hologram
Make a pussy back up w my razor * pointer
Understand
I come from a family where they'd whack you over arroz con pan
Fee fi - boy here I fum w thumper hit the running man
Jack I'm offa bean so I might stalk you if there's beef between us
Climb up to the cribo if you really want to meet this penis
Talkin bout my dick
The one that's got a pair of tits attached to it
In fact it actually looks like nuts when starting shooting from the hip
At your bitch
I'm way to lit these others artists make me bic wait I mean sick
Infected illness in the larynx
I don't talk but I can spit
Yes I can rip apart a 5th of fucking vodka in the dark
Then start my car and plead the 6th
Yes but I really needa 8th
To stop these voices in my brain
Pray to god that he could soften hearts cause mine is hard and baby imma really go insane
I get nauseas at the thought of other people walking round and breathing, talking like they all ain't in my way
Mr. Don Dodda
Bed rocker, cranium fucker
Pump ya daughter
Leave her legs shaking like maracas
I'm so toxic
But I promise that's nothing compared to what my pops is
Dump him in an underwater coffin filled with Cucurachas
Red Holographic
Target acquired
Pull the pin from the grenada
Wipe the grin from his mata
Watch the body parts rain
Like a split open piñata
Humpty Dumpty cracked his noggin
Now he pouring out poison
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah uh yeah
Welcome to freak-show
Watch me through the peep hole
These people are sick in the head, and need help
But that's something I'm not willing to sell
Cos I'd rather see you struggle and squirm
Like worms in the dirt
I snatched the chain off your neck pussy boy, kill confirmed
You see, the things that I've earned, I worked for and deserved them
Universally respected 'cos I spit with a purpose
I'm for real
Yeah, I'm for certain
These rapper's rhymes so shallow you can see through the surface
Fuck the underground
So many clowns in this circus
Severing these serpents
One by one
Now close the curtains