Just Getting sh*** Off My Chest.
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You Talk About Gats, How You Smash Black Towns
Get A F*** in Bull Cut, Wow ... You Bad Ass Now
You b*** Made, Kids, Hey, You Want Some Of This
Wit Bladez Leave Your Face Where Yer F*** in Stomach Is
Don't Push Me, You All Make Me Sick To My Stomach
Actin Like b*** es On Sum'm, Just Pushin My Buttons
You Say I Don't Talk "Hood" Yet You The Pailest White
You Fail At Rap, Respect, Man You Fail At Life
I'm Tired Of You Fake F*** s Who Just Talk N' Act Hard
But Too Pussy Even To Begin Leavin' They Backyard
You b*** es Knew This, Ya'll Knew They Aint Do sh**
They Aint Know What Truth Is, b*** , Exposed Like Nudists
And We All Know Profit Has Few More Than Two Lips
Two For Talkin sh** , And Two For Where Goo Drips
But He Aint Used It, The Dude's Still A Virgin
And Right Behind That Is Where He Keeps His Verses
They All sh** ty As F*** , There Aint sh** You Good At
You Aint A Hood Rat, You Makin' Philly Look Bad
You Flirty Flirty Guys, Who Just Leap When You Dissed
Talkin To My Girl, Instinct Men Think With They Dicks
I'll Diss You f** s 'Til Each Of These Boys Is Mad
Indubidle, You Dudes Know Who To I'm Pointin' At
You F*** s Keep Pushin My Buttons, I Swear To GoD
I'll Rip Apart, When We Battle, And We Starin Off
Break Your Legs, So You Can't F*** in Run For Cover
Crack Your Back So Bad Your Sholders Touchin Eachother
Profit, I'm Stayin In Rap, And I Will Never Give It Up
Like Pre-Ejaculation It Took About A Minute To Bust..
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