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Step up in the room like BOOM
Have em all trippin like they just ate Shrooms
Ya'll don"t wanna see me when I'm in my mood
Rappers get ate up on the track consumed
Look its me and Weez
And we off a bleez
And we often need
A little help to lock
Cuz we rollin up
I mean fresh wit spits
I mean no yukmouth but we smoke alot
My flow gna set that bar high
Next to us you are a far cry
They always got problems with our type
I spit gas if I blow up they all die
So catch Alzheimers and forget about it
We all rhymers don't never doubt it
You are not allowed to start talking bout
You the dopest out when my squads around
And my sound gna make that ground shake
Chewing up rappers like ground steak
No I'm not pushing no baked goods
But I'll bring your girl home and I pound cake
Bring her round late with a smile on her face
Smelling like dank as I'm pulling away
She feelin my villain I'm still in my lane
And spilling this poisonous venomous flame
Oh what you a lame?
You ain't entertained?
I be spittin cocaine known to kill ya brain
I'm gna kill a beat wrap it up in cellophane
Turn around and sell it mayne
Tell me who the hell is playing
Get up in the way when the semi-auto spray
And it might strike that dome
Look I stepped back for a minute just to tighten up my craft
Now the man coming right back home

Step up in the room like WOOO!
Killing these beats is all I do
Homicidal
I'm gna go psycho like Michael in Myers
I've never admired
These haters and liars that just bend the truth
I am much different when I'm in the booth
Y'all are not matching the effort I'm putting is proof
You sleeping I'm Cosby I'm spiking yo juice
Flashin like Zeus
My girl be rollin up she keep me stoned like Medusa
I got me a shooter
Plus got me a hacker a techie and he into building computers
You out your medula if you think you could fuck with me
Better tool up start bumpin your two lips
You'll be feeding tulips you nothing but worm food we'll pull up
And fill you wit bullets this shit could get ug-a-ly
Yo
Yeah
Somebody should have told them about Doe
Step back for a minute on that R&B shit
Now the man coming right back home
Back in my zone
Waving this chrome
Rolled up a blunt and I filled it with strong
The way I be mixing these bars with these harmonies
You would think I was a member of Bone
Whoa ya tone
Oh it's on
Look the way that you coming at me is all wrong
Do it again and I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron
I'm so out my dome
shit could get poppin
When Christopher Walken
I'm knockin ya toppin right off of ya shoulders
I'm top of the crop and I'm claiming my spot
And my nuts just be dragging like two giant boulders
I'ts over



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Writer(s): Christopher Mass
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