8 bars and im killin tha nukka...
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you couldn't ~touch me~ if you was rent-a-cop strip searchin me, you use comebacks with urgency, and you wonder why you need ~Social~ security//
they could call me Ms. Wayne the way im ~knockin-ya-Lights-Out~, couldnt think "CLEAR"-ly if you was a med shockin chests!!!, so what you worried about?//
with half drunk keys i could bring you to your knees, OH SHIT, you should be worried!!, i'm ~bringing you out~ like deportation agencies in a hurry//
i'll rename you Ludacris and have you ~actin tha fool~ after lookin at this, you never thought that your "cock"-iness would get "jacked" with a ~lyrical fist~//
"and im a....P.I.M.P." how im bringin it to you scandalous, me and my titties comebined?, shit you cant handle-us//
and you bringin tha drama how you callin me "Beautiful", ~"Snoop"-in~ in my business, what ima tell you next is crucial//
I GOT A MAN nigga so slow ya roll jockin me, treat me pro-per-ly, and i might return your pro-per-ty//
took it from you ~blind-sided~ like you was steady readin ~brail~, stole ya "champion title", bitch...its monopoly now GO TO JAIL//