[Verse 1] Hand on the Bible, gotta hide though from the five-o Shut your piehole, get your eyes stole Ain't no industry devil ever getting my soul I be the belligerent militant until I die, yo Be like '88 Bobby smash tender Roni's I'm a master at mastering ceremonies Hit the bitch with the bad weave 'til she can't breathe In the garden of Eden I'm Adam, pimpslap Eve You should win an award for real when you’re rapping Get a gold statue an Oscar for acting Your ignorance limitless when you live in abyss You looking like Cool J when he licking his lips Lay in a bloody bath water when you're slitting your wrists If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you get in ya ditch I'll might put a bullet in the cop; bigot White boy slam, dance mosh pit-ed Rob your mama house to lock pick it Lucked out if you thrown out; slit it I'm the underdog Cinderella Man James Braddock A pain addict, it ain't matter til your brain severed I'll be kicking your dick untill your dick piss puss I was given a gift like Kringle on Christmas I'mma live my life, no consequences Grab the barb wire, hop the fences Indie rap fans, a lot are pretentious Talk hip hop, but never got in the trenches Bitch, ha
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