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IP:
Why you fuckin with P-boy I don't mess with rookies/
I’m a sure-fire winner I invest with bookies/
But you gone test me cookie, step up get ran over/
Put Michelin tracks in your back from my Land Rover/
This princess must be stuck on my MoJo call me Austin Powers/
Make the most of this post I'll get recruited in hours/
How the fuck you feel,.. fuckin with the real deal/
You just another buster at my table, I’m bout to serve you a meal/
I spitted, you caught the holy ghost, my rhymes like blessings/
Don't try to read that line again, unless you coming for seconds/
I hope you gotta twin cause I’ma fill you with holes/
That’s lyrically so you gone need somebody with a change of clothes/
Now don't answer back mad, just face what you can't be/
I’m a terror like the hulk, so you don't wanna see me angry/
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