Funk them to fucking bones get e’m clones get domed off at the cap
My raps be mountains how you spouting off the fountains
Get grossed by toast my flows are hostlered
So you know I ain’t shooting rhymes and lines
When you get toxic off the easiest shit cuz you got it like oulcers
Close encounters get dented rented like princes
I coffer your coffins when I’m on the waltons property fucking they daughters
Where’s the authors, offering what cha not slaughtering
Taking shit over like the bonanzas on the cartwrights
Black e’m up at night, paints cha balls frame and all
Grey ghost hosted shogun boast floats leave you toasted
I’m the closer when you ain’t pitching on the mound right
I’m the point guard you want in the clutch
When you got stiffs coming off the bench or in a pinch
Punch out lights when I mike tighten up like Tyson
Nicer than ricin toxin while you rocking nothing but moccasins
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