It gets no fatter
Add another crew to your favo-ritos
Yes we knows our shit is flavor
In battle, I rip it, and niggaz hectic after
I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor
Youre no factor
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
I might be ill and my mic it steals that old beyonder shit
I harm the shit, but see next this keen text
Be-ing ex-pelled from my diaphragm
Im flyer, damn, would you grok it cant you receive it
I bust like cleavage, rock shit, then I leave it
In shambles, cuz I can like campbells
A sample of tajai, is much more than average
[opio]
Yo, who the hell are you? youre not me
I got me and three brothers that are cocky
To rock the, masses, whippin niggaz asses
At last its, appropriate to show that I can blast kids
Im quick to stick a dick in skin
Im figuring I hinder men, so lets sin, and watch this nigga win
Im making corpses, of course I score kids
Im morbid, cause it makes me think of more shit to kick
Leave me alone, back the hell up hobbes
I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops
I got a leather strap, for the fella that
Wanna tell the mack lies, I send em back with black eyes
Chorus: repeat 2x
Disseshowidoit, I do it, I do it
Disseshowido, disseshowido
[phesto]
I aint trippin, what Im flippings on the contrary
To your weakness, retreat if you wanna restrain
From being beat, I freak lifting syllables
So kill the bullcrap, Im arousing dousing drowning
When my sound swings, I found things
To bequeath, youre beneath, you need relief, to be brief
I crushed ya, flushed ya, from the cypher
Cuz I sliced your life to pieces
In ruins, I screw in, skills like drills
So who and, what army can harm me?
Kill, the noise, my boys, never lack poise
But you wack toys get played as I slay
[a-plus]
My stick drives you crazy flip it backwards and it plays the
Satanic messages I guess it is my nature
To break your mental barriers to take your body over
Drove ya, off a cliff I got the gift to shapeshift
I encourage say nigga suicidal
The shit I writell, make you clutch a bible
I got the cali type styles, I wipe smiles
And smirks off of jerks cuz that weak shit dont never work
Niggaz is wack as fuck your over
Get your life together, find some direction cluck nigga
I got the titanium steel verse, slicin through
With some shit that youll never ever do
Chorus
Disseshowedo
The studio, blew
Ninety-three and on
Disseshowedo
Youknowhatimsayin?
compositores: A., D, D THOMPSON, DONALD, ENRIQUE SIMMONS, J, KEVIN HAROLD, LINDSEY, LUTHER MCPHERSON, MASSET, MITCHELL, O. CARTER, PAUL MC KENZIE, SHAWN MC KENZIE, SIGUENZA, SUAREZ, SYLVESTER, T.
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