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Smack a grown man Yes I did yes I did But when I hit up yo crib It's to give you kids the SIDS My mouf so fucked up When my gums bleed They can't even drip I don't even trip Comparing rappers to iPhone appers Is like comparing oranges to apples They finna fall from the tree when I gat clap they whole family I reboot the game fuck the fame Who new is mad at me You lil goth ass bitches ain't pullin no licks You hide behind raiders caps to act big When you a dolphin Caps comin off often And all these rap niggas 3 tiers softer than cotton Cuz I ain't no rapper I jack my respect I'm just a dude who can spit rhymes And attack nigga hack at that neck If you call me lil Wayne 2 chains or flocka flame I'm finna take aim and erase yo brains Now niggas wanna yap like the gods of rap You talk a big shit on a small Sean tracc This punk ass bitch fin to start some ysh Yappin like he the king of New York When I run this shit I stick a Kendrick wit the pitchfork While his punk ass gettin interviewed Ima lynch the fool And Tyler the creator better watch out for my rope Cuz after lil b and his folk I'm after yo throat Emo ass faggot In a grown folks game I'm not one to brag but Yo heads in my paper bag Where my weed sack I need to cap wiz khalifah Rip out his teef Spayed the Taylor gang Now which white boys Want beef I'll hang you like a coon Fuck ya tattoos Lil swaggin ass faggot Lil b you dying soon With yo ass on a broom And boom The kingsbridge pack enough doom To fill meager meek mill tomb And that nigga future don't sound like Nathan new And Maybach music copped a hearse For its own funeral And I don't give a fuck if I'm the most hated I grew up laced My case is complicated You think you based Busta you basic If I see weed I face it Lets face it I got that bitch mob in my basement They wastin Maggots creepin up out the bush Fuck v nasty ass ratchet ass puss White bitch shut the fuck up Talkin bout Mac miller Lil wannabe nigga Ain't even Oreo filler As I flinch and get wicked Let my game hang Till it slap the shit up out that pussy ass Lil ugly mane And I already dissed tech 9 So lets move on No respect for wood necklace nillas I'll cut action bronson Joey badass got class So he can't respond or else His ass'll get grounded While he cursin out his mom Fuck Flatbush zombies Brooklyn niggas can't harm me Kanye west Ridin dick Of every nigga in my army And who the fuck bump jay z That nigga ain't hungry He stole e-feezy slang Who give a fuck about his money Son I wrap up nicki manaj And drake In a death grip And kill all 3 Dictated not read the industry

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from Paper Jam 2k14 tha conspiracy, released October 10, 2013

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