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6’7” like a damn small forward
Load up the 4-4 cause I'm kicking in the door wood
Kick it so good I leave it Messi on your floor--should
You come at me you’d best know I don't miss—-Scott Norwood
Far from done I ain't start yet
Flow warp speed, no Star Trek
Kill you with my top gun
Hide the body under my hard deck
That’s right you deader than Goose is
Show you who the truth in this booth is
Check my flow, homes, sleuth shit
Sure--my booze on--lock, that’s smooth shit
I like my Jame-O on the rocks, just like Italian cruise ships
Got a Euro flow, my stock’s kraut
Bunyan bank roll—-ox clout
Tell slutty girls just stop now
I call ’em Rodman, way they box out
They looking at my life like "I'm scared to be him"
Haters Eyes Wide Shut: Jer-e-my Lin
I'm Stanley Two-Bricks--so unfair with the yen
And my director's cut is a hundred percent
A preppy Eminem who's feisty
Give the DJ a clue who nice, B
Light up the J while the morphine drip, call that muthafucking shit blue I.V
Born destined for great-ness
Get high off rap, it's great shit
And no I’m not a goblin, just a problem, like yo’ late bitch
I move that heavy weight freight, bitch
And I don't mean drugs or yay, bitch
45 LB plates, bitch
I'm a monster, super 8, bitch
These shoes too big, can't try em on
Got soul, no patch, no iron-on
Bars for ever, and if ever the supply is gone
I'll shoot up the track
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Get away with it like Ryan Braun!
Punch lines are ridic', bro
Punches like Riddick Bowe's
Try telling me wrap it up
I’m like OJ, the glove don't fit, yo
That means I’m going right back in
So strap in, and bow to the proverbial captain
Got the title belt, so I'm down with the ship, double-check before I start rappin’
To be this good requires practice
I refuse to produce wack shit
And anyone fucking wit me up in this stanza can get they ass kicked
Words on swole, y'all dudes on the pole like Danica Patrick
Rap's solution
Mysterious lyricist, is that Confucian?
Rhymes cleaner than a fast ablution
That's the truth n'
Fuck whit-me just go and take a bath with Houston