[Neighbor]

You're my homie, but..


I'm fuckin ya bitch to Robin Thicke while she's grabbin my balls
So if you see any 'Blurred Lines'.. I hope you're drunk driving & crash thru a wall
He wanted to keep this one short, knowin I'm better w/ mines
But even if Bicentennial still be usin concepts that date back to that era in time
You been in the closet for years.. ain't no fuckin way I'm jokin
Forget the Metro card.. your main platform's hittin rails & runnin trains on Token
We could argue my HOF spot, talk losses.. I'm jus' keepin it rap
I know it's like splitting hairs, but this fag's gotta Paul Mitchell treatment for that
You trained w/ Sam Stout, but I'ma make our differences known
Only time you got 'Hands of Stone' in ya corner's playin rock-paper-scissors alone
Ya girl's head's mentally ill.. she fucks w/ me for the sexual thrill
After this, Blue dolphin a open her mouth & swallow like she's poppin ecstasy pills
You tagged w/ James.. he can tag you @ the hospital in'a sheet
I give a fuck who Beirut for when I show up & turn your block to the Middle East
Pussy.. you idolize Pauly D, sunbeds, tight denim & perfect brows
If this faggot gets any Tannehill be on his back, fittin right in w/ the Jersey crowd

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