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So here I go gringo
More rhymes than I
can fit on a single
So where's my c-notes
With a Filipino
Fucking fiends in Reno
Bout to pick up a pimp's check
And spend it on the block
Do so many donuts
make the police stop
Like I give a shit
about a cop
I make him give up that badge
and his watch
then I pop to the pop pop
It's lyrical ninja
Disfigure lyrical pictures
tossing niggas off the ground like I hit em a twister
Stay around long enough I might hit on ya sister
It's the witch doctor patna
With the cocktail Molotov
Never see me falling off
I been putting down game like I plant it
Like a nuclear power plant got ya whole goddamn camp frantic
In panic the planet is hell now
Cuz I blew up the beat like a nuclear meltdown
Bullets ain't got nobody to pelt now
But I felt the need to keep the nine in my belt
I grip the weed before it got dealt
I sniff ecstasy but ya boy need help
Sit next to me
The chewy smell
Inform the whole town they goin to hell
And I got something to sell
Like the crack straight from the liberty bell
At smack central a fat rental
Filled with led like a pencil
A Mac special track mental
Cuz I was off the sack of the indo
Homie where my kinfolk
Finsta pistol whip
Bitch ass snitch
Giving me shit
Can't even speak my slanguage
I mean old english
But I pray to the saint of ides
And a safe of Thai
Got me wanting to go point bank
When I wank in between yo eyes
Is that a shank goin up in between them thighs
Or a shark stupid stank now she's drawing flies
Where I merked the pussy is where it lies
Still mesmerize lesbians with the serpentine
Make em jerk it and slurp it for certain
Reminds me of when blood was squirting
Up to the sky
Do you really wanna wonder why
Than battle me wise guy
I waste all of your kind
You waste all of my time
I'm still stiff and sick
Broke bitch
Done used up all your sniffs
Tryna kick it with pimpin
Nose so clogged
Mouth exhale fog
Leap on the beat like a fucking frog
Fickle pricks can't touch my privilege
I mob all night long like a marathon
Prepare the bong
Mind of a master monument mastodon
Like I done already done did before done said
Dose after dose goes straight to the head
Fuck with me nigga find yourself dead
But you know what instead
Spaghetti blacc will take your bread
Your bitch your bed
Switch skip towns
Get rich throw down
On a spliff
Invite you over just to smoke the shit
Just so I can burn everything you've ever held sacred
And oh by the way that spliff I laced it
Lead you down into my basement
Where I keep niggas who had me tried in court cases
And basically I play em my tracks even though I know they hate it
Till they are so game saturated they brains evaporated
Old chap my stats leave you lacerated
Might snap and face it
The eighth
You'd get rolled on like craps
and assassinated

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from Spaghetti Blacc Presents​.​.​.​Sonic Olympic 'XII Tha Soundtracc, released May 9, 2012

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