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Hezza is a monster, a real one no lochness
I run my city bitch your just a fitness test
A cheater chasing money, guess the stress has got me obsessed
With the money in my pocket, that demon which has me possed
Beast in a booth no melody or tune
I make girls wet, so why have I bought lube
To crude to be called rude, I came with a warning
Never cover my shit, only protection is abortion
Dieing for this job, I’ll work untill I die
Dieing for this shit, surviving to supply
Music for the soul, by soul I mean forplay
Forplay for my bitch which will make her say okay
I get her in the mood then get her in a mood
I’m way to smooth to be consider rude
Smack a bitch up, mother fucker you better take that back
You fuck a slut rough, and smash her doors in from the back
Guess that’s a rap, so cut the slack you fucking spack
You better be stacked or otherwise your just lies
Never fuck guys, the homo lines are just to rhyme
I cut all ties, the fashion crimes for hipster guys
My shits unfathomable, your girls unfuckable
I fuck a girl so hard I swear she ended up in hopsital
Flows out of this world, my words are orbital
Flows so ill after swallowing some whores spittle
Money in the bank, money in my wallet
Girls in here tonight guess I am on it
I’m on it yea yea in on it
If you’ve got it motherfucker it’s
Pointless not to flaunt it
Yea I’m on it yea yea I’m on it
Flaunting it mother fucker because every one else want it
I got it, I own it, a girl you have blown it
Cos I got it bitch and that’s why I’m on it
I’m on it Ohhhh
I’m on it ohhhh
Yea don’t test me bro
I’m got it so
I’m on it Ohhhh
Ohhhh Ohhhh
Try me
Some freestyle shit Like an 8 mile skit
Here my lyrics you spaz out like an epileptic fit
Don’t misinterpret, when you’ve heard it
3 minuets is worth it, when you about to listen to an intricate wordsmith
Blowing brains leave them in bits
Making hits like weed head rolling splifs
Now obviously that’s my opinion
Owned on this beat like its my dominion
You fall prey to it now your my minion
My parents could have won the lottery but I’m the one in a billion
Yes I’m a winning ticket
In know it’s my time but still give me a minuet
Flow is the slickest it’s practically liquid
Need a paediatrician because I am a sick kid, with bitches in my crib
My mottos fia fya, fuck it all and fuck you all
Do that till I retire, at the age of 24
Don’t do drugs, can face my reality
Try and fuck me up, dude that’s beastiality
I’m an animal, raged because I’ve been caged
Truly off the top, not crazed and blazed for days
Ill be sinning and pinning these women in lining
Grinning because I’m sticking my dick in
Girls want to work stuff out
Suppose sex is very slimming
It’s sounds like I’m winning but this is only the begining
Battle like a waiter, I serve you with all the trimmings
Play this song so loud that your ears start ringing
So what you gonna do, I can do this all day man
I might be vegetarian but I can go fucking ham, god damn
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