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Fuck Jay-Z!

Yeah! Wait What?

It's D-Bo Mothafucka, It's the Creamery

Oh oh, Okay my bad...Yo pass the blunt though

Go ahead a take your shot

I'll rip your life apart

Piece by Piece you don't want the Glock imma pop

Welcome to the E.R. where I'm the Doc an you're not safe

Smoking on some bomb haze coming from the East Coast

Everybody knows that, I'm on fuckin beast mode

At least hoes know not to test me

If the cops come they'll have to arrest me cause

When we pull to the scene

Boy you should listen to the music

Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you

To a moolie who aint a pusher but a gangster still

Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field

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When push come to shove imma reach above my waistline

f-f-f-flinch a couple times then, send you back to wayside

Pick a state, anytime, any day then watch

As I californicate the matrix with a basic bitch

Cougars with their faces lifted got me living lavish

Check out how the pace has shifted

An I'm fuckin savage on the beat I make Cheese WHAT

What's a rat to a snake please can you tell me why

Rapping is easy, It's about packaging a message

That you can take away from the TV that gives me heebie jeebies

Jeepers Creepers all I wanna do is see tits come through the speakers

Eager for a motor boat, she used to sniff lines an so I roll a boat

I don't toke I just pass, while I wrote a note

Dear Jenny, don't fuck with Forrest

First of all you don't even know how bad the war is

Eating porridge with that heroin up in your veins, ha

Bombs dropping everywhere mans go insane, it's crazy but

When we pull up to the scene

Boy you should listen to the music

Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you

To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still

Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field

Like

Dr. Tatopoulos is on the fucking scene

Searching, for Godzilla

Or whatever seems to be the reason

That bleeding through sheets with this ink pen

Is the only way that you dinks can fully understand

How to manage all this mothafuckin marrachinnie

Sicilian with a beanie eenie meanie miney MO

Come an kick it with the BO, when it goes

CH CH real slow, like molasses

Sticking to your visions, like glasses

Only now I'm sending post cards cause most art

Can't even be interpretated by the masses but

If you're still picking up what I'm putting down you'll know

I'm weeding through the babies of the rap game

With my Ultra sound now

Lemme see your loud, does she wear a red wig

Or does she got them pearls like PLOW

Sticky to the touch when I spread her with my fingers OUW

Just another day up in the matrix

25 years of watching all these base sick mothafucka's

When we pull up to the scene

Boy you should listen to the music

Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you

To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still

Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field

Like

Okay so I gripped the Smith 'n' Wesson

An let the shot fly

Watched the body drop and the cops lie

"Oh it's probably COVID"

This fucking systems not your friend, you know this

An everything on TV's bogus focus

Herding all the sheep like a plague of lotus

Oh this POTUS probably believes in hocus pocus

Now notice, my Magnum Opus is the dopest on the block

An since you're hopeless I'll assimilate a lot

Of mothafucka's on the stage just to misbehave because

When we pull up to the scene

Boy you should listen to the music

Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you

To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still

Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field