Uh
Yeah
Music rock
Let's get it, mmm-hmm
Yo
Stop playing, y'all know I murder these bars
Laying where you stand right here, perjury charge
They sleeping on me, king, don't really care what it's called
When you woke up with the ring and see a courtesy call
Don't know who got a condom but this certainly raw
And I ain't got a problem but I'm certainly yours
See, I ain't perfect, but I am perfectly flawed
And, boy, do I deliver, the summer turning me raw
Who next, baby? Either pick the ball or the soil
You know, chick international, I just call her a broad
I rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do
If you a half-rapper, then you the rapper I'm rapping to
Wrapping you like packaging, if you ain't packin', they packing you
It just so happens you'll be the rapper it happened to
Son, I'm still Park Hill avenue
Whoever stole my pack of nine-one, I'm still mad at you
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a Kim cloud like you speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly
From the top
My dogs and your dogs on the ground
Catch a 'round
Or catch a stray dog from the pound
If this is Game Of Thrones, I ain't fall from the crown
And if this it, a lot of y'all ain't far from a clown
I fall off this nothing, I ain't far from the ground
Rappers 0 for 16s and that ain't far from the Browns
They'll lay your game, your whole squad out of balance
I'm too dirty to be washed up but y'all watered down
I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O
So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost cut
A1 with the sauce up in beef
Ever since I gave the pork off the heat
Put the medal to your teeth
Y'all done forked up, nice, another one to chalk up
New Yorker, Christ, know y'all don't want a cross us
Be cautious because this is torture, extort ya
And scorch up a rapper tryna tell me give the torch up
Huh, meth get ugly but he gorgeous
And he get to this money, Daddy Warbucks
Tell your smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up"
Cigar guts us all up in the club puttin' squad up
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a Kim cloud like you speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly
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Guillotine - Method Man
