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I like big fuckin fat meaty balls in my ass crack

(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Pull up with the big guns, hit his head like hairspray
Watch the way the pig runs when he sees an AK
Walk in with a big drum, got him screamin mayday
Acid in my system, I been up for two days
Foldin like a lawn chair when I hit him in the back
His homies say its not fair cause he couldn't shoot back
I told them that I don't care, got a nine up out my backpack
All those pussies got scared, its like I had a flashback
Cause I shot em while they run, uh
I thought it was fun, uh
They said they toted guns, uh
So why'd they have to run, uh
These rappers fuck they thumb, uh
They all so fuckin dumb
They wanna fight, but never come
Ain't no talent, not a crumb, uh
I'm sparkin up the choppa like a blunt, uh
I ain't fuckin but I'm shootin up a cunt, uh
Its like I'm ballin cause I gave his skull a bunt, uh
Fuck Jesus, I'ma roll him in a blunt, uh

Ay, ay stop usin the "uh" flow Jesus fuckin Christ
Okay- Okay, I'm sorry- I'm sorry

Black Sheep, bitch
I'm a mothafuckin outcast (Outcast)
Stop and smell the roses like its mothafuckin OutKast (OutKast)
I'm gon film his death like its mothafuckin Outlast (Outlast)
Its fuckin rainin bullets that's the mothafuckin forecast

Hey stop screamin, I'm tryna sleep
Shut up bit

Posted on yo story with a mothafuckin gun
But I bet you wouldn't shoot it, bitch
You'd just fuckin run
And you playin like you rich, but you beggin for a handout
You look the same as everyone, you don't fuckin stand out
Stop actin like you someone, bitch, you's a fuckin no one
You actin like a shoota, bitch, you don't even know one
I'm at his fuckin funeral, I'm crackin a cold one
(Ay, does anyone know how I can get on hot ones?)
(No)
You ain't ever held a gun, so how you fuckin shootin, bitch? (Shootin)
I'm at your execution, yeah
And I'm here fuckin rootin, bitch (Rootin)
You ain't a star, you's another fuckin human, bitch (Human)
Never caught a dub, yeah, you always fuckin losin, bitch (Losin)

Ye- yeah to be honest, I'm fuckin done
I can't
I can't deal with this shit anymore, dude
Fuck you all
Pbbppbpb
Bow
Just playin

You can't take me down, you can't play me now
Pussy, you's a clown
Hit you in the brow
Heat you like a stove, I'ma break yo nose
Fake designer clothes
Man, you stoopin low
Hit you in the neck, do it for a check (Check)
Life is just a bet, and bitch you out of luck (Out of luck)
I don't give a fuck, hope yo mama cry (Mama cry)
When I make you die
Hit you in the eye (In the eye) (Ayy)

Sittin here, freestyle
Fucking- rabbits
RABBITS