Yall thought i was gone, and yall could have rap,
well im back, indian giver takin it back,
ain't takin no crap, i was settin the trap,
throw up, and still spitten better than yall cats,
yall ass wack, and yall can have that,
cuz if thats rap, shit, im quitin for a fact,
i'll have to do my own thang, i've made my own game,
started with change, and changed my whole name,
after fame i remained the same nigga,
just quicker to chug liquor, and spit at your lighter,
burnin the flamin faggots, haters, and lyers,
yall should retire, before yall start,
yall bodies in my freeza, and its still to hot,
never on top, stay at the bottom,
all on my nuts, get'um

Got'em


Guesssss Whossssss Backkkkkk

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