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Hah!
Gimme da mic and i'll kill it
Swingin atcha cap with a strap i'll spill it
Kinda like a bat when it crack gon feel it
Onomatopoeia cuz you wack, done deal it
Splatter on da ceilin
In a nutshell
I'm on a ride to raise hell
Yo style illegitimate, yo genitals feminine
Never been better widda jot
Gotta couple hunned women
And they all beggin for a shot
So play it how ya want it, i'm still gon take it
I'm witcha baby mama and she tryna get naked
Them suckaz prolly vegan cuz my rap style bacon
Now i'm livin in ya head cuz im kinda irritating
I'm takin out aggression when i make a song
I got a high tech weapon so ya better play along
Da game in my possession come and meet da Smith n
Wesson
Bring it on, ill take ya all down like Babylon
Up front to da back!
Nod ya head like dat!
Nah, fuck where ya at!
Nod ya head like dat!
Come on let a man snap!
Nod ya head like dat!
Terror lay ya ass down on da mat!
Up front to da back!
Nod ya head like dat!
Nah fuck where ya at!
Nod ya head like dat!
But why ya gotta do em like that??
Nod ya head like dat!
Black mask puttin nails in a bat!
It be da sickest, da wicked, da wretched
Never been second, cant even believe my record
"the tombstone terror dome" method
Turn it to 11, got the dance flo' kickin like Tekken
But in a second ima need just a little mo'
Cuz on da mic i sorta seem like a ghost
All the ladies start screamin and taking off dey clothes
Freakin out like they sinkin a boat
The man is a goat, you wouldn't understand
I got an evil plan that's a little outta hand
Returning to the land due to popular demand
Cuz i got em hypnotized by the way i move my hands
So stand up, bounce, and bow down, I'll lay em all out