Big booty pawg ridin bbc

Got my wig fried like a bat firm

What the blood, clots?

And those bots wanna think twice, I think not

Nah, your lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from

It's like a labyrinth tearing up your battle zone

Ripped in its slums

I twist thoughts from the heart

Try to intrude, loop my voice on the LP

Martini on the slate rock, certified chatterbox

Vocabulary don't have talking, tell your story walking

Take cover, ***, what?

Run for your brother, ***, run for your team

And your six can't rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with advantage and get ******

My deadly notes reign supreme, your fort is basic

Compared to mine, domino effect

Arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion

Catalog for all y'all, the hall of praise through the guard

Saga continues, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, it burns so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony defeated

The crush slow, flaming deluxe slow

More judgment day coming, conquer its war

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