Show me a gangster and I show you corpse
Show me a bitch and I’ll show you a whore
All I do is observe all of you and the nerve
Glad to be your target, mark ASS Trick
Speak of me in vain plot to take all you can
Messing with me you’ll catch gluttony
This here pours from me; you think your sky is pissing
How silly
I’m licensed to purchase WW3 and put the first bullet of
WW4 in your in your dome piece
(Rasta man) Please (eim ahfi talk from he neck)
Fuck how you stack bread; the hook is dead
And the fish don’t like, now you need a bite
Before the mic I felt Obligated to set fire to the night
Pull a tool, smile and shit on you Supervillain style
I do what I want without the know how
Go do your homework you anit got no class
Before I fail you with a full auto blast
Cats try to sideways me, they can’t match my degree
I’m the absolute, you will only equal me
Puffing trees and going deep keeps the peace
Yet some cats need repeated hands and feet
Show me a player and I’ll show you a loser
Show me a villain and I’ll jump out my forearm and go super
I am the SIX elements; I will drop my pants and yank my own shit
If you can’t see it in me your a visionary
Look up the definition so you can catch me clearly
Ya Don Pablo Cliche
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