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Earl puts the “ass” in “assassin”
I threw a wish in the well/ Don’t ask me, I’ll NEVER tell
You signed to one nigga that signed to another nigga
That’s signed to three niggas, now that’s bad luck
I’m a alien, I hope you ain’t the Prince of Bel Air
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?/ Or see me to be innocent george you seen in the street
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Put the pussy in a sarcophagus
Braids like I’m O-Dog
My friend is by my right
I won’t sugar coat it/ You’d die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
What she order, fish filet?
Pull up your trousers this world is Mario find a realm
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
And you up against Bowser
Fall back like Lebron’s hairline against the Mavericks, he lost
The Nets could go 0 for 82 and I’d look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me
I’m with your girlfriend eating chips
Um, stop the beat, bitch
I am the truest; name a rapper that I ain’t influenced
Why every rapper named “Big” got bodied?
But every rapper named “hirsty” got money?
Well I guess my chances are 50/50
But my vision is 20/20 so I be counting a hundred 100’s
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for Black Power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer’s gun and started squeezin’
You blame your own shortcomings on sex and race
The mafia, homosexuals and all the Jews
It’s hogwash point of views, stereotypical
Anti-Semitic like the foul words Gibson spewed
And it’s pathetic
You might think you’ve peeped the scene
You haven’t, the real one’s far too mean
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other things that match it
This beat is good enough for Shyne
If not J. Cole, your shit is trash
But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh
The square root of 69 is 8 something, right?
Cause I’ve been tryna work it out
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin’ then it’s Christmas/ Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones
I made it so I’m chillin’ now
Transparent ceiling now
But I feel like I’m 6’8″
Bye Rihanna.. now back to y’all fools
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I’d never amount to nothing
Im ballin’, Amar’e
A nick sold in the park then I want in
What’s a king without a crown, nigga?
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