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I go Spartan on tracks when I kick it

300 feats I rap per minute

Give a darn about who wraps like constrictor

Snakes finna give a fangs to my vision

CI came fast with enamel incisions

That'll prove I finna laugh all endless

Lose to no one fact is

Many of the craps I shoot Got a Chance they only loot a track

If it's jacked with ass and tits

Not known for the gats or clips

Ready for the Havoc, bitch

I am Not Caddy I won't lack in spitting

I Escalade how I'm spazzing in this

Call me 47, catalog's a hitlist

Fuck a contract, I'll dick it down

Cuz they offerings isn't profound

Got no balls these pussies mouths

Getting loose when cunning linguists been around when they queef wipe em out

Going viral, D.O.M-VID-19 is now

Take shots like Columbine

Throw Sandy Hooks and drop jawlines

Mandalay's my Bae get popped I'll ride

Till my whores get tired and sixty nine

Life a bitch not the Karma

I'm always opping for the broadest

Of options

Never feminine the bitching be flopping

Get my shine on, I'm flipping you off

Cuz I'm enlightened when spitting it dark

You be a shadow stuck in the Hedge hoggin

On my balls

Go Supersonic on all yall

Chasing thots past Eau Rouge

Off to the corner on the track, ain't

Talking Spa

Foes collide in saunas

Go unconscious crashing hard

Get T-boned facing me head on

Get more tail than Knuckles got

My aim meet all of the bars

And blaze em to infinity beyond

The vectors looking like Gru sum, dog

I was on lemme leaf like ganja

Cuz I never been 'round my match hotter

Just Tinders being up to date soften

Can't cushion blows, fuck pillow talk

Get the rap game to come suck me off

My truth is hard to swallow

It's earrape produce large volumes

I stand tall and explode too often

Stop it