Listen the fuck up as I assert lyrically prominent
Empirically dominant not missin' the damn cup
Pouring from the pitcher I'm passing to the pup
Roaring 'come the stitcher' and there's never any stoppin' it
Cleverly droppin' wit imploring I'm the richer
Swappin' the stupid swaggers, can you swallow the switcher?
Moppin' up lupus beggars, werewolves afraid of my bullet
Paid me to pull it, I was poppin' the troop lagger
Getting ready the gats, the getaway gagger
Betting steady on cats not knowing about the caper
Flowing the route on paper setting thready the stats
Twelve to fifteen tweaks free the form for you twats
The maniac brainiac playin' the track whacker
Sprayin' perfection then slantin', the contraster
Four loose lines, chorus, then back to the pattern
Chorus
It's like Street Fighter, like Gen's cursed cross-up
What's that mean? The verse is as ambiguous as fuck
And I am as big as a bus when sewin' this shit shut
Chorus
It's like Street Fighter, like Gen's cursed cross-up
What's that mean? The verse is as ambiguous as fuck
And I am as big as a bus when sewin' this shit shut
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