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[Verse 1 : GEDA]
And I’m better than your favorite, and ain’t afraid to say it
And they could suck 8 dicks on some Sasha Grey shit
And we call that basics, like Munch Pilot say
Be on that spaceship, lighting up Apollo Craig
B, all that dank will have son looking quantum phased
Not today could he copy/paste how we operate
I’mma lay all them lames in Osama’s lake
Honestly, lama break everything in their momma name
Properly, brought the heat like he spoke of the devil
On your knees, and no more „God Bless You’s”
Oh, my G said my aura is special
Glowing piece, you’d a thought it was preggo
He movin’ far in the ghetto, dig bro;
Do you know stunt double get the smallest of checks?
And smart niggas could always direct, yes-sir
Now here’s your evidence I’m excellent severing verbs
Every sentence 5 life’s, you never could serve
You type tykes like Mike, my Sevens is earned
Light, White, Dikes Piped and never conserved
And never concerned Feds watch us extra close
We got several words for snow, Eskimos
You sweatin’ hoes, I give Ex’s O’s and a road
Cheddar flows through my ventricles tender-toes
And if its foes in this episode, then its holes
In his Kenneth Cole, blow blow, credits roll
GEDA Crack’s supposed to be an intellectual, no
GEDA crack everything considered skeletal, though
Word to grandma I work a hammer with perfect grammar
Burn a gram up and murder pampers, learn some manners
The person answering is worse than cancer
Crack plague y’all verses tandem
Off a temper tantrum
You’ll wanna die your hair and tighten up the shirt your wearin’
But snap backs make it easier to cap that
That’s why y’all never win, y’all don’t ever think of shit
More and more repetitive, hit me if you mention it;
I’mma tell you the new trend is to get ended quick
What you gon’ do next? Whatever new death it is?
Whatever prick. That’s why you not relative
L you and the evidence
Fella, picked the wrong villain entering this residence
Bullets from Beretta’s had everyone just remembering
Harry was a better kid, casket closed
Better dig, Daddy-O
Like 11 lids at your crib with bad M.O.’s
Everything under cash no status-quo
You should sing instead of rap tho, ask your ho
Cause the big boys is playing outside
I’d pack my little toys up and take about 5
If I was neutral y’all, maybe I’m lying
But that’s 50 bars that’ll leave Jason outlined
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