There's a storm commin that the weather man couldn't predict, I start the ball prick you better flee cuz I get ticked, It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked, I got up, I'm bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick, It's a trap, Fuck my last cd this shits in my trash, I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass, I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last. You can die in the blink of an eye, So batchin ya eyelashes and keep winking and blown kisses Cuz your flirting with death I'm destroying your livelihood, I aint just hurting your rep, I catch a flow and get goin', No remorse, I'm showinn they slowin, for no one, Knowin' there is nothing you can do about it Zeroin on the target like a marksman, The target is you, I shut ya lane down, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew To hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo! That boys hot enough to melt hell burn satan too, Fry his ass, and put his asses back together with glue, See you can hate em, he don't blame you, Frankly he would too, This game could I'll afford to lose him, How 'bout you?
Now guess who (hey) He's a clue (hey) He came to a ball in a wife beater, Lost his nike shoe, It's in ya ass (hey) He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too (hey) Yeah (hey), what's his name?
Cinderella man Send the fellow shady dang, Came to rap the game up and sell the fame, Raise hell from hell he came, But didn't come to bore you with the cinderella story, Nor did he come to do the same,he can't afford to be a label in this day in age, And at this stage of the game Mediocrity cannot be allowed to fly, So say bye, To the O H I, To the new case of rock, Consider it as last of rod, Coop degraw, Raise em high in the sky, Keep em up, Time to bring the place alive, Thanks for bein' patient I will make no more mistakes, Shit my potatoes baked, Homie the veggies on my plate can fly, My filet is smoking weed, Get back if the steaks are high, Shit I ain't even suppose to Be here by the grace of God, The skin on my teeth And the hair on my nuts I skated by, Now y'all are on thin ice With anchor weights I hate to lie, How fuckin irritated are you? How much in ya face am I? It ain't shit you could do beferret, Prove us here in spirit I'm the spittinn image, I'll mirror it When I stand near it, Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it, Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyrics?
Now guess who (hey) He's a clue (hey) He came to a ball in a wife beater, Lost his nike shoe, It's in ya ass (hey) He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too (hey) Yeah (hey), what's his name?
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