Reppin the south no doubt:

We roll in the south, takin your words and shovin ‘em back in yah mouth
You got more shit in that thing than 19th cen’try out house
We be quick in the dirty, what one would call ‘herediturry’
I spit so quickly that you miss me, press rewind ‘cause I’m blurry
Got more slander than a mayor hollerin ‘gainst his opponent
You won’t know what hit you ‘til you note aching components
We coming up with wild shit, our best rhymes in asylums
Silences are golden, so why don’t you fucking try one?

Got bored.... What is this all about anyway?

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