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from push product through foil by FILE

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Switchblade flows still rippin em up Behold tabs of gold Twist they wires Shoelaces stay trippin em up I give em the signal Niggas lit up for singles ain't that simple shyt Peel they lid like Pringles When they hid Can't hold they shit together with Tourniquets Beat my chest like specimen alpha Who the best of these insects Gnats feast off dead rat flesh Talcum Powder up my nose Spicy like salsa Spyin on em like Malcolm They had gps so we route them Then I digest but I digress Scratch out my eyes I got 2 crystal balls fulla sess & I can see my demise nowhere to hide And Surrounded by landmines So I break yo spine! Now yo shit is mine! Thought a plate full of spaghetti would cool down But you niggas ain't let go y'all forks So who the fuckin fool now Betta go back to eatin dat pork Startin beef bitin spaghetti Will leave you & cohorts Needing more than just that life support nigga Watch my hatred rise While they plot & figga I ain't put no condom on my glock When I'm bussin the trigga The shit I be bumpin now is so hot I just sprinkled ear wax on my raisin bran & it's 6 I CLOCC I don't know who u b raisin fam But a goon watch Never fucked with raider klan Baby stool in my flame heated spoon Bam Smack to the zoom Rack focus Background packed fulla tombs You hopeless Let my rhymes take a crack now you open In time for me to crank off In yo back crevice while you smokin I rest a dagger on my teef Swish it around my mouth Let it fly off like acrobatics Lyrical gymnastics at they peak Let me tenderize this holy beef Doctors can't hold me down Like Bruce banner I just be battering these orderlies Like a madman Dashing across these borders wif them quarter keys To a korg Strike like a chord I bounce yo head off the pavement Like it's my only reward And never rewind My tapes tied around the tests of time Like tabs of magnetic strips Start to bubble up when they sit betwixt my lips Now I'm foaming from my dick The game's fixed You ain't believe in shit but hits That's why you be leaving up out this bitch But not rich Draped out in nothing but stitches Left to dry out in the penitentiary With them convicts But u ain't listen

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from push product through foil, released January 15, 2016

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