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I rap McDonalds and bullets, style is dangerous to visit
I’m maxin out to the fullest, rhyming crazy delicious I crack a smile and practice how to blast ya while ya was chillin The blabber mouth with a thousand rounds to mow ya down when I spit it See my tongue is a calibrated weapon of death So when I mumble the cavalcade of metal ejects I stutter and shrapnel makes a heck of a mess Cause I suffer one of the baddest cases yet of Tourette’s The basket case of data bases after mainly results When rappers fake I activate, its aggravated assault The accolades just gravitate to Pat the way that he spat I advocate a rap campaign eradicating the wack The Channing Tatum of rap, I’m having ladies react They’re salivating the chance to have their way in my pants Ejaculating was fast, they have a way with their hands Congratulating my champ, now that’s debatable, ha |
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