Butcher to your anus I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world Chorus x3. Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart And Beat more rappers than Dr. Nigga, You got problems? I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with Big nigga I though you knew Cause we find this niggas mood is rude But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude Verse 2: I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly Out for the mail like Melly I'm fucking you tonight before Kelly My bitches dance with there belly And fuck me with there eyes See crime is where they organize In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch And all this bullshit is going on in church of course but but but but but wait it gets worse! I could still instill a semi-automatic verse And draw blood like a nurse Correspond like????

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I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with Big nigga I though you knew Cause we find this niggas mood is rude But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude Verse 2: Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds one in the chamber for leap year keep clear I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what's beef? I puts it down like Davie though it's all gravy though Priority records got to pay me though but Chorus: Butcher to your anus I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world Chorus x3. I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly Out for the mail like Melly I'm fucking you tonight before Kelly My bitches dance with there belly And fuck me with there eyes See crime is where they organize In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch And all this bullshit is going on in church of course but but but but but wait it gets worse! Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see Honey that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit Nigga you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick coward You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you I aun't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude Verse 1: Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart And Beat more rappers than Dr. I could still instill a semi-automatic verse And draw blood like a nurse Correspond like???? I masturbate See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair You name a group that's shit, I will pooper-scoop Fuck with this, miss, I will damage on the premesis Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch their ass twist I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in Greek Alley Movie star bitches, MC's lining up in Cali Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray Mc's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my style is hype Pussies relax, I'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost Chorus x2 "May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his asshole whistles the Star-Spangled Banner. Nigga, You got problems? Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond Dee, and Mark Sparx All Producers The quintessential micaphonist smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus Swarming your green like locus Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation Left a nigga feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatians No relation that's my justification for ripping niggas Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers In the First King in the cut like scissors Shoot her to the point and long dick her Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly I ride her like that pony song and flip her Flipper like a dolphin movie Listen no anal sex and no kissing Doggystyles my favorite position Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around aww TIHS!

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