these cats r lost
thas y i bob weave n floss
leave em backed in a corna holding a cross
they on me like moss
but they cant handle
rip thier antlers off n hang em on my mantle
change tha channel
my shyt is hannibal
lector lecture
i sense ur wackness wit receptors
access denied u cant enter
no way no how
so u betta throw in tha towel
cuz im shytting on u like moving bowels
my ish is foul
playing out nine innings
or like a nun sinning
i stay winning
cuz im tha representative
n these cats lyrics tired like they on sedatives
i just let it live
out
cuz im long like tha i95 route (rout)
i doubt anyone can fugg wit meh
cuz they glued like im on tv
especially
these cats hating from the sidelines
im talking shyt like im a dime
or born wit a silver spoon
cuz my ish the pinnicle like im in high noon
these dudes doomed
cuz im going primetime
silently in a quiet storm wit no signs
or noise eitha
cuz i got more gunz thazn peter (peter guns)



ight someone set it kept it real simple




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