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UsuryWorking all God damn year just got my checkI'm gonna spend it all on me (Yup, Yuh yuh yuh etc) Man Fuck all that shit nigga, we just finna go the fuck in, no motherfucking hook no dubs, none of that shit Just a nigga rapping for 3 minutes, you don't like this shit, turn this shit the fuck off then Somebody tell me what the fuck it really look like I been talking to the shadows on the wall nigga Bipolar than a motherfucker need to get a new bottle of pills Keep it real kill all niggas Hope you bringing unlimited ammunition, you've hidden within a brim of your goose, down hill figure [?] Conversating with my delegates, delegating rules and regulations with censorship in my sentences I know that shit seem irrelevant, I'm so crazy I'll take a mother fucking blade to my relative Tell them niggas at the top, that I'm coming for the spot, won't stop, their so motherfucking tentative Now pay attention cause it's evident You'll learn something if you listen to my motherfucking elegance I destroyed the evidence, and if the glove don't fit I bet a nigga get acquitted, bitches Get the fuck up out my face cause I don't wanna hear your tape Every line that your rhyme is embarrassing [?] unbiased I overdose with a terrapin, me and booma [?] Rippin up rap riff for pharmaceutical connoisseur Lionel Richie the commodore, commandeering the carnivore This is lyrically nautical, hold it down like a barnacle Sound is overly audible, audience of the audio Automatically delegate, celebrating with decadence Searching for the derivative, deriving from the fact that I'm black Refusing to give a shit, Kendrick put out "Control" and motherfuckers got sensitive Caught up in your feelings revealing that you the biggest bitch Passion in a paragraph, pain in the words that I speak You the realest nigga living if you practice what you preach They put a cold ass killa on a mothafucking beat Had to rip it to you niggas running rampant in the street Don't touch that body let that motherfucker leak Extremities in the freezer, I'm a motherfuking beast In a white padded room with a one of a kind jacket While offering niggas medicine, medicate with the mescaline Before the medication they forcing the mastication While fornicating the kid, is the copious complication The mental asphyxiation of over-exaggeration I'm guessing you really like it, the sound was pretty enticing I run this shit like a viking, sweet enough of a vicodin Inviting any villain to battle, whenever hassled I strangulate with a tassel To curbstomp on the gravel, I'm passing on my aggression but never passive aggressive Reciting an aphorism, expecting an aborigine, acceptance is in the goal Subliminally controlled, to minimize your emotion, give me all your devotion I spit a lyrical portion, and give a poisonous potion I treat it like an abortion, I kill it but can't support it It's dangerous Rigor Mortis, the realization of it The dollar is what you covered, that's [?] Cause nigga's offered their custom, I'm not going to give a [?] [?] The page is a punching bag and my words give a concussion Yeah my words give a concussion, cousin I guess I had to hit the brakes something, just a nigga trying get a second window I've been knocking at the motherfucking door, like is anybody there tryna let a nigga in though Oh well back to the drawing board, I guess a nigga gotta go and pick it up (up, up, up, up) Middle finger to everyone of you haters, why you acting like a nigga is supposed to give a fuck (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I gotta a whole lot of hate, little love, paranoid so a nigga personally don't trust I guess I gotta take it down for a minute, I've been going too fast and I need the people to get it like Uhh that's nasty, flow is retarded my style is ridiculous, murder the witnesses Pray for forgiveness, repenters with pennies perpetual killer that's pissed like a semi To bury a nigga in the cemetery, position may vary, production is scary You killin' this shit man is that necessary Before my survival I murder my rivals, the smoke from the barrel infuses the bible Don't get it confused bitch I'm still suicidal So call paramedics to check on my vitals I'm nervous as fuck like this my first recital Your flow is on lay away, rhymes are recycled The mind of a nigga is missing a light Someone say a prayer, tonight is the night My angelic lyrics were given no limits Like gold plated tanks in New Orleans, my nigga I'm shocking your system, like slim with a grievance I'll go for my ghost, till the day I stop breathing Motherfucker better believe that That's it... |