The games about to get hot
Ayo doc, you better tell them
Other producer niggas that
They bet' not drop
Wait
Cause Mr. Porter ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying,
I'll fuck over you mans
When my crew get to bringing some guns
And start the spraying
Have the whole crowd bowing
Like some Muslims praying
Boy, this niggas mad
'Cause I fucked his toots
I got a way with hoes,
My dicks long as Yao Ming foot, nope
Nope nope nah nigga your shits invalid
I'm bout money, you chasing bitches
Like Jimmy Fallon
Well I'm the type to get 'em fucked up,
Drunk and wiling
All crunk in the G-5 smilin,
That's how I (get em, get em)
See if you want that ho back,
You ain't close to no pimp you should focus on rap
I got bars big as coconuts nigga in fact
I keep a nine and a extra clip next to my sack
I don't give a damn my nigga
Peep me out I got a bomb ass gun
And a landmine trigger
Posted at the bar,
Where I slam my liquor
Ya'll ants to me, like grandma sisters
You little insect fucks'll get crushed
No rap clique exists, it's just us
Saw you little fags, posing
In the pages of the rap mags
And I am the black flag
Spraying ya'll chumps to death, I'm that bad
And I don't even speak to cats, I'm that mad
So if I was on some brand new shit
So what, you little coward niggas won't do shit
Approach with caution, your mans got issues
And I'm a great shot the heat, will not miss you
If we got problems, I will not diss you
I'm a sic the dogs on ya'll to come get you
Six minutes Jay Elect you're on
I transform, and blast on a nigga like megatron
I got the power
I'm on fire like the west wing
Of the Pentagon and the North Tower
I'll break yo ass off proper
The resident doctors giving out
One way tickets
To ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
These fuck niggas ain't real
Like Snuffleupagus
That's why when they bumpin they gums,
We let the muskets buss
You don't believe me, ask em
We smack rappers in they face,
Spit on they kicks, and blast 'em
Yeah, get nervous now
I'm a fuckin animal
With the verbs and nouns
I'm a fuckin cannibal in the herd of clowns
You niggas look like heaps
Of steaks and burger mounds
When my ears start ringing,
And them voices say hit' em
I have no motherfucking choice
But to get 'em
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