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[Verse 1: GEDA]
My spits a ’67 Chevy, son
D MC, Rev and Run
Seasoned ink, pen is young
Swinging from my pendulum
To keep the beat, frequently
While everyone’s asleep it seems
Even Good Friday evening for evil schemes
Wetted up, faggots think its sweet
Don’t give head enough
Never does believe a G
Only ask a question once
Then they meet the beast
Lay him down, keys jingling ahead of him
See, you gave your breathing and your entrance up
Easily, best case, pappy got a worser gun
Got 7 ways that it’s not considered murder one
To file his brain, lames, I convince a heard to come
It’s more wooden planks chopped up for the furnace, son
Cooks concoction was properly monitored and done
Dropped an extra person in, probably was just for fun
Took the wax off, I’m Miyagi with a burning blunt
And a Tommy, stop me if you heard this one
Me and Wizzy run the city simply to the snitches though
Got the DT’s sniffing every single whip we own
Always on the way to cop, what you think we didn’t go?
You Now or Later cops suck a cock & explode
Back to the program, now I got the perfect one
We smoke grams, make Ghandi wanna hurt someone
Then we grab the hotties from the party with the perky buns
Have them do palates up at Tybee’s till his parents come
Back, cracks mommy I’m dispersing them
I mean the tracks lop-sided when my verse is done
My boo might have said she’d buy me a new hearse for them
Rhymers I’m embarrassing, stop me if you heard this one
Two, three, four into the five
Nigga I’m to deep, get over where it’s dry
Or I’ll drown you to sleep, you’ll fall in with the tide
It’s no metaphor dog, it’s just a rhyme
I give hell from my book of spells all the fucking time
Twelve els felt swell farewell to my lungs and mind
A nigga can’t kill time till a person comes; that can challenge me
Catch me with a verse and son’s salary
Stop me if you heard this one, actually
But I got verses you could hurt yourself ad libing
Nod into the dash it be, self induced battery
Fellas who’ve battled me fell in to tragedy
Casualties, niggas don’t know hot to act at defeat
End up all detached from shower cap to happy feet
Now you can rock with that or you can bow down at your majesty
But I need the crown now, stop me in your fantasies
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