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You can the alarm
You can out your guards
You can fence in your
You can all the cards
But I wont down
Oh no I wont back
Oh no

Cadillacs, Devilles
Brain dead rims yeah wheels
Im too for real
Lose tooth and nails
Try to fight it, try to it
Stupid you will
I do, I do it well
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy to kill
Half a breath left on my bed
Screaming F that super ill
Baby what the
We can chill, half a pill and a happy meal
a stank slut
I cut my toes off and on the receipt before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool dont make me you to my power tool
You know the fucking
How you bags feel knowing youre disposable?
Summers eve
Shadys got the mass appeal crank the shit
Cause its God-damn jam
You say that you your punchlines a little more compact
shawty Im that man
These other cats metaphorically where Im at man
I gave Bruce Wayne a and said
Settle ya fuckin ass down Im for combat man
Get it batman?
Nah, nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
are like mums cat scans
Cause they dope, bananas
Hunny I that ass
to God man these mobs cant dance
Ma em how its done
Spazz a God Damn Tas, yeah

You can sound the
You can call out your
You can fence in yard
You can pull all the
But I wont back
Oh no I wont down
Oh no

Gotta shake that ass like a Donkey with
Make like Michael J Fox in the Jaws playin a etch-a-sketch
Betcha that youll never guess knocking at your door
hit the floors
Yeah tonight you gon get divorced
Girl forget remorse, Ima hit you broads
Chriss paws you pissed him off
Talented with the muthafucker
You aint gotta in yours
Hittin licks like Im robbin liquor
Makin registers shit their draws
Think you the raw
Im an uncut slab of

Laying on your floor
Im off the meat rack
Bring the beat
Bring me two chords
Imma my dick shit I need 6 inches more
Fuck my big bitch
Need I remind you that I dont need the fucking flu to be a sick pig
addicted Im dope
Im the longest around here
a fix up Im the big shot
Get it dicks
Your just small boats little
Girl you think that pricks hot
Ill drink and eat a lit match
Fore I sit and let em get hot
Better call the cops on em quick
Shadys right back on bitch ass
White trash a half of six pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitched to the back (dispatch)

You can sound the
You can out your guards
You can in your yard
You can pull all the
But I back down
Oh no I back down
Oh no

Bitch am I the reason your boyfriend stopped rapping
a bird chirp, Lil Wayne slurps syrup til he burps
And smokes purp does a wordsearch gets wrapped around him like
You do when I come through, Id like you to remind
Of what the I can do when Im on the mic
Or your the kind of girl that I can a liking to
Psych Im you like a football
this way since Ive stood a foot tall
Youre a good with a shitty spouse
Got a mouth and a good jaw
good brain
Watch the grain, dont want no cum stain
Bitch you listening tryna turn me
m talking to you, turn me back up
Are you tryna talk over me in the car
Shut the up while my shits playin
Ima stain on the underwear of life
they saying? wheres thunder theres light
And they say that it never strikes in the same place
how the fuck have I been hit six times
In three different
On four occasions?
And you can bet your ass
That Ive to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the took the psychopath
Poison ivy have me thinking rash
So hit the dance cutie while I do my duty on this microphone
Shake your shawty Im the shit
Why you think Proof used to me Doody

You can the alarm
You can call out your
You can in your yard
You can all the cards
But I wont back
Oh no I wont back
Oh no