hydroponic buzz is back feedin' this rap game casually/
schizophrenic beats i'm bleedin' meanin' they're beyond reality/
i'll dig out this wigga who'll bite on ma barrel, tryin' to figure if i'll pull the damn trigga'/
well i've already pulled it, fool don't fight it's useless, ma rhymes are ma bullits/
you're crew can't pursue this, i'm through as the truest, cos i'm bold an' i'm fluent/
whats with the 69, is that when you have a good time with you're partner?/
it's not a crime, i suppose that it's fine if you enjoy fuckin' that fuck Aaron Carter/
so fuck you dirtboy, an the only dirtpath that i've seen, leads from you're asscheeks/
i enjoy to deploy, an squirt out my wrath cos it's mean, you'll get KO'd for weeks/

while we're "rollin' down the street smokin' endo, sippin' on gin an' juice"/
you be "strollin' down discreetly playin' Nintendo, takin' all our abuse"/
i've got ma mind on the honeys, but i still drop these i'll rhymes/
i'll turn you blind, i'm not bein' funny, i can brighten up dark times/

you better learn from this 'boy' cause ya up against a man/
i know you yearn to hit the mic' like this, maybe you can one day/
you're gonna have to get you're ass in line boy, i'm the illest an i'm here to stay/
the real mccoy, fuckin' rap's Rob Roy, wit the deadliest display of dismay to convey/

in the end, all that'll be left of that fag 69/
is a cement body bag, contain' a sign sayin' i resign/
sorry dawg maybe next time

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