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Chris South Baby I was born with a crooked eye
I mean lyrically looking I'm a beast with these crooked lines
Not from Crooklyn but you'll get tookie for your silly rhymes
Homie not for nothing I'm a bully that's how I pass my time
You can ask my dime in the streets I'm the same in the sheets
I'm a freak it's like a murder scene
Comitten felonies I'm just grateful with my melody
Faithful to my metaphors committed to my similes
No similarities hilariously I tend to eat
All these tracks up like mince meat
Like a goofy geek or some type of dork
This game is mostly like a sport
Homie you'll get ranned and raped tryna ball on my court
Uptown Uptown the residence of my choice
Home you aint safe here you hear the danger in my voice
I gotta tool on my but it don't blow like a toy
Showcasing what it's like when little dudes play with big boys
I mean lyrically looking I'm a beast with these crooked lines
Not from Crooklyn but you'll get tookie for your silly rhymes
Homie not for nothing I'm a bully that's how I pass my time
You can ask my dime in the streets I'm the same in the sheets
I'm a freak it's like a murder scene
Comitten felonies I'm just grateful with my melody
Faithful to my metaphors committed to my similes
No similarities hilariously I tend to eat
All these tracks up like mince meat
Like a goofy geek or some type of dork
This game is mostly like a sport
Homie you'll get ranned and raped tryna ball on my court
Uptown Uptown the residence of my choice
Home you aint safe here you hear the danger in my voice
I gotta tool on my but it don't blow like a toy
Showcasing what it's like when little dudes play with big boys
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