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Guess who back
Witta whole loud pack
Of hoodoo
Fa you fool
Got some hidden secrets
Buried up within my protools
Nigga what's the protocol
I'm smashing dogs
I practice hoggin
Stay dodgin
Bullets n buckets
Heard there was beef
Nigga fuck it
I'm tickin
Like a time bomb
when niggas get to stickin
I'm armed
And all of you be ready to return to the god
In armor
Distributing out bullets
No karma
And the smash the gas
Roll on they ass
If they don't wreck like me
Doin donuts be my destiny
Like my dynasty be the best of me
Like rhyming about
Why these niggas wit clout
Should invest in me
I'll poke it's eyes out
Still mesmerize and hypnotize it
Before it can see through my disguise
Black ski mask
With blood drippin of my lips
Climbing out the fog
Witta motherfuckin clip
Double O agent
Oh hold up I best believe dats my pager

And I'm back
Like xerox scans of sacks of crack
Pass me the gat I ain't havin that
In my jaw be Cognac
Get hacked up
By the jackal jacka
Not that yellow jacket
Time to prove to fools that I pack it
If it done got hit and lit
You twit it's time to fuckin pass it
And it done got bit and ripped
But my style is never mastered
Plastered
Plowing through lines of smack
Even faster
Like a bastard
Cuz u knoh I ain't even pay for that
Homie this my new rap twist
But don't get it tangled
I got these niggas stitched up
From every fuckin angle
About to anchor
Bout to blow up
Solar flare
You about to feel my anger
Ain't that the truth
Bout to set off missile silos
From inside the fuckin booth

It's that nigga that be
running thru these hoes like some pantyhose
Out to santyrosa
I'm a ghost
Yet thicker than most
With crickets up in my toast
I mean the burner
The undead Ike turner about to learn em yo
I'm geekin
Nose stuffed up
Cuz all the time it be that season
Who's speakin
The king of
Blacc ski weekend
Ima fiend till
I gather everything up in my bloodstream
I'm bustin
Till I see yo click blood gushing
I'm dusted
Bitch I'm in ya ear like
Let's discuss sumn
Hit the block and disappear
I whistle and the spot be here
I'll piss on a cop
let that be clear
I'm whizzin n lets get this shit started
I'm poppin twisted patna
Eyes throwed in different directions
I'm guessin my brain is missin
Listen nigga I ain't fibbin

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from DO NOT CROSS​.​.​.​tha remixes, released November 29, 2013

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