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IP:
I'm the don dada always lacin prada/
Yousa buster, all you got is nada/
Thats right nothin, I'm touchin you wid hollow tips/
My crips and slugs rips through ya skin where you been/
I woulda killed you sooner but I tryna sin/
I only fear one man, dats one God, and one son/
Matched up wid me holdin twin guns, now thats fun/
How you gon trip like you wanna battle me/
You need to work on vocab, pick up a Scrabble, B/
I rattle G's like cattle see, ya momma proud of me/
I spit that hot shit the split pussy lips, and wet clits/
Sparkin techs wid bananna clips, makin ya'll do back flips/
Fuckin wid me is like fuckin a whore/
Cause you catchin AIDS while you think you bout to score/
Bitches like you get standin applause/
And I ain't talkin bout applause that abides by the laws/
Clappin wid pistols or 12 guage shotties/
Tell ya sister hi, I think she is a hottie/
bonned her through and through, skeeted in the jeep/
Then I left condoms on ya passenger seat/
Ya rhymes is wreckless come on homie check this/
Better call Sherlock, he'll wanna inspect this/
You can kiss my dick from the tip to the shaft/
Cause you stranded on an island, wid out a fuckin raft/
So as I lay the ending, and it you find trending/
Re-read this shit, cause my rhymes is mind bending/
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