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Im runnin this shit leavin all of yall behind
imma take this shit over when i hot the finish line
spit my rhymes it'll blow your mind
im doin this for the very first time
but im about to eat these fuckin rappers and i think its breakfast time
make me school all yall niggas send you back to the 2nd grade
this game needs some fuckin help because of wack rappers these days
we got Lil fuckin B naming his album im gay
he's a grown ass man and probably hasnt got laid
im astronomical, abominal, im so unstoppable
im killin this beat, lyrics so homicidal
have yo body hit the tile, nigga ill shoot you in ya smile
you dont wanna play no mind game cuz my thoughts are suicidal
call me a vegetarian cuz all i eat it beats
im on my triple A shit, acknowledge, advance, and achieve
your a pet and im a beast, your on that Watch The Throne shit
you can tell Jay-Z that Beyonces having my kid
but i dont want no beef, we can take this to the streets
nigga ill make you bite the curb and have you swallowing yo teeth
cuz ill make you pay that death fee, if you doubtin me then try me
cuz ill run up in yo house and murk yo motherfuckin family
ill kill yo dad and ill fuck yo mom and id fuck yo little sister too
but id probably be polite and spare the babys life too
this should be the fuckin remix and i should publish it too
this is your fucking song and i just out did you
im hip hops prodigy, there aint nobody stopping me
you a bunch of fake niggas, you prosthetic... probably
you a soft ass nigga, nigga get the baby powder
i cant hear ya ass whine cuz the weed be a lot louder
im the cookie monster of rap, you just oscar the grouch
because all you spit is garbage, its time to take the trash out
you dont know what we about, aye ill have ya ass clueless
cuz this glock will knock you back and have ya fuckin ass shoeless
aye you gutless, aye i bust this, aint nobody fuckin wit us
im like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne, you gotta keep up wit us
cuz im always killin tracks, im a habitual offender
i just ate this song for breakfast and im ready for some dinner
cuz my dick look like a kindergartner hangin from my leg
we can call yo girl up and we can see what she would say
I got a midget in my watch, he helps me tell the time and cock my glock
lil ass nigga he controls what time yo heart stops
I throw the B's up but there is no affiliation
nigga throw yo B's up, soo woo red nation
nigga we'll kill you with no explanation
aye we'll body bag ya ass
cuz we'll forget about you and leave the memorys in the past
my flow is super duper, but now its back to the future
ill be sittin on my throne, you want the beef ill bring it to ya
your flows so weak, you need to throw in some extra punchlines
its T.K.O, within the first few lines
imma take this shit over when i hot the finish line
spit my rhymes it'll blow your mind
im doin this for the very first time
but im about to eat these fuckin rappers and i think its breakfast time
make me school all yall niggas send you back to the 2nd grade
this game needs some fuckin help because of wack rappers these days
we got Lil fuckin B naming his album im gay
he's a grown ass man and probably hasnt got laid
im astronomical, abominal, im so unstoppable
im killin this beat, lyrics so homicidal
have yo body hit the tile, nigga ill shoot you in ya smile
you dont wanna play no mind game cuz my thoughts are suicidal
call me a vegetarian cuz all i eat it beats
im on my triple A shit, acknowledge, advance, and achieve
your a pet and im a beast, your on that Watch The Throne shit
you can tell Jay-Z that Beyonces having my kid
but i dont want no beef, we can take this to the streets
nigga ill make you bite the curb and have you swallowing yo teeth
cuz ill make you pay that death fee, if you doubtin me then try me
cuz ill run up in yo house and murk yo motherfuckin family
ill kill yo dad and ill fuck yo mom and id fuck yo little sister too
but id probably be polite and spare the babys life too
this should be the fuckin remix and i should publish it too
this is your fucking song and i just out did you
im hip hops prodigy, there aint nobody stopping me
you a bunch of fake niggas, you prosthetic... probably
you a soft ass nigga, nigga get the baby powder
i cant hear ya ass whine cuz the weed be a lot louder
im the cookie monster of rap, you just oscar the grouch
because all you spit is garbage, its time to take the trash out
you dont know what we about, aye ill have ya ass clueless
cuz this glock will knock you back and have ya fuckin ass shoeless
aye you gutless, aye i bust this, aint nobody fuckin wit us
im like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne, you gotta keep up wit us
cuz im always killin tracks, im a habitual offender
i just ate this song for breakfast and im ready for some dinner
cuz my dick look like a kindergartner hangin from my leg
we can call yo girl up and we can see what she would say
I got a midget in my watch, he helps me tell the time and cock my glock
lil ass nigga he controls what time yo heart stops
I throw the B's up but there is no affiliation
nigga throw yo B's up, soo woo red nation
nigga we'll kill you with no explanation
aye we'll body bag ya ass
cuz we'll forget about you and leave the memorys in the past
my flow is super duper, but now its back to the future
ill be sittin on my throne, you want the beef ill bring it to ya
your flows so weak, you need to throw in some extra punchlines
its T.K.O, within the first few lines
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