no more fuckin around wit dis bitch.

nigga u couldn't beat me if my fatha helped u/
my punch-lines is hot my balls'll melt u/
til u learn dat heavy hittas nigga's dat u dont step 2/
bitch mad at me cuz his gurl keep her face at my belt loops/
she tell me u pussy and u can't get in side-her/
cuz u a bonafide certified grade A dick ridah/
I'm lyrically killin intentions on drillin til spillin comenses and u cant come 2 ya senses feelin/
lead enter ya body from ya toes 2 ya head/
2bad they wont recognize u dead, shirt kool aid red/
I hope da votaz seen da open mics dis is da sequel/
so many x's on ya sizes u borrowed 3 from Vin Diesel/
throw ya ass off a cliff and have u flippin like Evil Kinnevel/
I'll find u on a porch eatin some snacks kid/
wit a bullet 4 every 1 of ya nba patches/
fuck who ya know, wut u seen, where ya from,/
i'll chew u up & spit u out like bubble gum/
i shouldda went 2nd so i can show u how 2 flip shit/
but make sho ya 1st album aint "Tha RedNECK district/
dont mind my title rhymes i'm new 2 dis shit/
u so sorry they probly take dat as insult 2 Ludacris/
its 2 many niggaz actin hard and dat shit comin of age/
U just come up short like Denny Live off comin 2 tha stage/
check dis
u lil dip shit
trick suckin dick
i'll bust hallow tips
til ya flip
and get bagged like a fuckin chip
u tell lies nigga ya bitch let me hit quick
matta fact i'm finished come at me when ya rhymes finally get legit/

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