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| So many times in my lifeline I peeped their design // and creeped from behind I'm on my grind and they drop the dime // so many sometimes i'm confined get out and i'm fine // no one could stop the mouth that is mine and if i get outta line // I could be as foul as swine intertwined with shit // arrogance with the pride of a spic run and hide from this gift // cause when inspired to spit all I spit is some fire shit // You need to listen and learn cause i cause blisters when i burn and the record turns // I shit on dudes so much that my rectum burns curse em with a verse and quench my thirst // while their careers lye in a hertz raise the purse i k | |||
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| I been up for 5 days and I only slept 10 hours not including 5 minute naps while I'm taking a shower might sleep eight if I was addicted to powder, but I switched the game up and went east in search of the power. Death isn’t beautiful the thought alone strikes fear I'm like Arnold to you predators Kill me I'm right here. Stuck in daze dizzy from traveling light years I'm ahead of ya niggas now who's nice here. Been in a negative environment 90 percent of my life, so please excuse my if I'm blind TO THE DARK when I see the light , everyday is a step closer a day for the good fight. I day to heal disappointments a day to make whats wrong right, kiss my daughters forehead tell her I wo | |||
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| Her eyes are venom intoxicating // Her minds of wisdom my heart is racing // Blood rushes from my brain my life is fading // shes the weaver of reality these moments she's creating // I'm lost in em like the child from changeling // Frozen in time petrified im still gazing // I'm trying my best to unlock the bars to release the lioness that's repressed and caged in // embrace the momment you must have patience // tried to calm her down but the lioness was tameless // So I see you aggressive around us strangers // her eyes flare the stare a city of sin like Vegas // what's your name doll I'm tired of being nameless // let's go some wh | |||
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| They say that Hindsight is 20/20//Look in My rear view all i see is 2 keys and a miss November playboy bunny//And every day//I got 25 ways//To filet// And separate ya vertebrae//with a poison tipped blade//emerge from the shade//insert the tip into the stem of ya brain// And yall faggots with lock jaw,try to step to me//your manhood under question like a botch job vasectomy// and theese kids say "You suck man im muich better" BLOW ME// my lyrics get chicks wetter then eddie vedder karaoke. | |||
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| Aston Martin dreams lambourghini wishes/ started at the bottom in the kitchen washin dishes/ not a stranger to the rags but I'm livin in the riches/ y'all sittin on the sideline while I'm leavin with your bitches/ I'm wild in the game always spittin vicious/ haters stay away gotta keep it at a distance/ feelin royal see my hand give them lots of kisses/ just call me king James now sit back and witness // | |||
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| Aint no way that you bitch asses are facing me // my 45 A C P puts blood on your A C Geez // on the isle your mens are acing me // after a conjugal visit with your dame tasting me // now im out on bail aint no way youre caging me // fuck Cyrus ima show ya how Jason // Bail hopping like its turnstyles adjacently // Jails to me are like Hotels with no Vacancy // Basically I fuck with a track efficaciously // While you scare crows roam around so aimlessly // Honestly this is not a game to me // I play with ye or whoever dares approach // shamelessly my mouth sparks a flare like toast // In your tunnel of dreams my night mares awoke | |||
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| On the request line // I don’t ask for girls, just request mine // If they’re breasts fine, then they chest fine // Either way it works, workin this… with a Midwest mind // Spit my own lyrics, please dont suggest a line // My Schedule is full, please do request a time // Your styles alright, but they obsessed with mine // Your flow’s easy, they still digesting mine // I’m on top, got a feeling how I might feel // M-A-Dub, lyrical highlight reel // Yeah I mean for real, my flow is unreal // Ain’t mandell but its record deal or no deal // Uhh, sign me on like I’m dead and gone // Callin my phone, like a mothafuckin telethon | |||
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| M-A-Dub on fire, I’m the hottest shit you ever seen // Makin myself bigger drinkin oxygen and kerosine // Too mutha fuckin hot so don’t even try to carry me // Hos chasin me around, so they fuckin Tom and Jerry me // I’m quick, I’m nimble, so smooth I don’t cause ripples // When I jump into the pool so quit starin at my nipples // Poppin bottles like pimples, breakin shit like cripples // Send beat in my direction, I just kill it like its simple // You know my shits sinful, I’ll take you down to Hade’s // Introduce to you the demon dogs, infect you with some rabies // You are all welcome to pay me, you are not welcome to tame me // Please don’t blame it on the alcohol, all welcome to blame me | |||
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| Swat me like mosquito’s, I’m givin ya’ll malaria // Keep rappin like I’m hungry like I’m livin in Nigeria // All fake rappers I’m hearin ya, this beat I made hysteria // Ya’ll rap gainst me I’m beatin ya down I’m solid metal gearin ya // Not black not white, in between you can call me tan // Wear a red tall tee now I’m lookin like the Kool Aid man // Ohh yeah, I’m the best ya’ll get get // An ogre on these beats, I’m bout by green like shrek // And yeah the ass is my best friend, no fairy tale, I rarely fail // Move get out my zone, M-A-Dub becomes a scary male // Haters sayin my rhymes are stale, Drink my goose from the holy grail | |||
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| Ok listen, cause ya'll feelin on my cashflow // I’m runnin this beat just like Fidel Castro // Runs Cuba, an evil god like Medusa // Don’t send me a bitch, cause I will just use her // I’m like Carlos Boozer cause I’m all about the Jazz // Give me a mic and I will whoop azz // I’m not like Steve Nash cause I’m hotter than the suns // Don’t call me Washington, cause I ain’t about the ones // My shit so smooth, they call me “the runs” // I ain’t tote big guns, just a rock n rolla // Real thugs sellin coke, and I’m just sippin on the drinkin cola // They call me ebola, cause I’m easily transmitted | |||
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