Switch figures, the ditch digger, itchy fingers & quick triggers, the wish giver, 'Q' the big picture to you bish niggaz..I'd spit witcha but your wits slip quicker than a lightweight that switched liquors, diamonds make my wrist glitter til your lips quiver, my dick's bigger than a mushroom cloud...better yet it's as tall as the big dipper, I could slap it down on your forehead from space, I'm great, I'm fate, meaning I'm bringing death to your face, tapes, this is analytical rape, 2 girls 1 cup, how does that shit taste? I don't know I'm out rhymes, wait..maybe not that's just the babies plot before he got the rabies shot and looked at his parents like 'Do you hate me?' nah..but we wish you were never born in that ugly sweater store while we were partying like the rest before, your mama needs breast support like my nuts, your hopes & dreams are tied up, thinking your verses are hot..but you offer more sleepers than lion cubs..right? write cause I don't grip the mic enough, tired of rappers they need to tighten up..cause when they right it's far worse, drunken, sittin' by their bars..hurt, you squares are sweet, must be a starburst..
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