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'Nough of the horseplay
Here to pay the cost, wield Force on my off-day
Catch up in a New York minute with the newly-minted divorcée
Think it's hard to tell? Here, let me sell you the cross, bae
Angel from the cradle and casket
If there's any question, then ask it
Listen homie, you don't want nothin', yup, nothin' monastic
I ain't even feel weak week that I fasted
Lots in reserve
Feelin' like a 16-wheeler hoppin' the curb
Listen, I ain't wastin' no timе followin' the flock or the herd
Pokе your third eye socket, it is not by the word
HS
In play, lit af
Gollies and whelps, the type of flow to leave you covered in welts
What was that that you were sayin'? Were you playin' yourself?
I be the Fibanocci with another notch in my belt
For every chick that try to tell me she don't 'uck with the help
I'm known for wreaking havoc just 'cause I don't have any shame
And I was finished with the fad before they gave it a name
On Halloween, I'll carve a pumpkin while you pumpin' the brakes
But if you wind up in a coma then I'll shoulder the blame
I'm like a mix of Steven Seagal and the seagull that fly
I show up feelin' feverish and let the people decide
I'm goin' hard, a shout to heart and lungs that's under the ribs
The drawn-and-quarterin' is only water under the bridge
And showin' up make it happen's what I happen to do
It's gettin' ugly with a capital U
Know what I mean? I hop the fence and make an entrance without having a cue
Then intervene and flee the scene without 'em havin' a clue, ouch
I'm well-mannered, hand and eyes dealt
No doubt, full house, no tanners
You can see the eyes have it, black magic, Santana
Big brother for kids covered in bandanas
Lord's vessel, serving up the sunrise special
While fightin' off a smile, but it's too late
Don't be in denial like it must be something you ate
Pot had called the kettle black
I ain't hear the metal, I just made some better rap
B*** settlin', playin' the back
What part of the game is that?
Come to shoot the gif, no givin' up until I bucket Kris Kringle
I'm always awesome, never givin' off a mixed signal
The hermano with tyrannical pull
Writin' out the annals, riding a mechanical bull
Listen every new recruit, I'm here to tell you the truth
Know that every wolf is covered in wool
Who's the homie gettin' right and swimmin' overnight while the pool's closed
I ain't into plannin', I ain't pannin' for fool's gold
Never tooken by the crook in the castle
When I eat my vitamins, I open the capsule
I kick the dot dot dash of tabasco
I'm aware that any less would be a fiasco
I am a natural
Boy just go, no goals, no wardrobe, nothin' but me
That was not a burner that I pulled from under the seat
My favorite jam from Little Mermaid would be "Under the Sea"
Now you know the peckin' order of the sword and the pen
Know that I's supposed to meet you at a quarter to ten
But if I'm runnin' late, I'm only a disorderly friend
Because I was busy cookin' up Maria También

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