Been seeing this everywhere but in a M4A format converted to MP3 off THE High Exhaulted oh yea produced by Khrysis peace to Copywrite.

Verse 1.

I took a pliar 2 my ego/ couldn’t budge it. Do-I-N what I D-O/ Rick Ross; No denyin’ I’M the C-O/ your lyin to the people/got your skeeo spyin in my peek hole/tryin’ to pry in. Grabbed an iron-DIE! I’m into Evil/ I don’t fuck with chics who have twitter accounts../cus I like to talk shit when I sit in their house/ said I’ll be back, bitch/ I’m the future & the present like a re-wrapped gift/ want me to leave?? That’s rich/ when I do, I’ll leave your weed bag pinched/ you had a feeling it was me,when I sold you it didn’t seem that thin/ got a v-8 engine? Hand me that then/ hop your ass out the whip & toss the keys back in/hit a rapper in the slow lane with cars/ left hands on the Fender like Jimmi & Cobain’s guitars/ doin cocaine with stars of porn/she gets me hard, its on/ & 9 months later a star is born/ puttin me on the remix is fatal/ I’ll slay you/ your cheeic does coke,I’ll be in her naval/ flip her & slip the penis in anal/put a lil white on the cd like 3 six’s label/ she pleads when I’m ready to cum, like “Please give the facial”/ I pee then I’m ready to run,like “peace b*tch I’ll page you”/ she doesn’t even own a pager/ I still cut every chic I know like my phones a razor/ click-dial tone to strangers.

2nd Verse

I’ll take your favorite rapper with a pulse & make him shake into convulsions/ one year, he’s eatin good, the next he’s achin with the Olsens/ your waitin for the molton lava. Sold Obama that same potent ganja sold to Bush, HE sold Osama..NO shit bomba/I’m goin in the booth, muthaf*cka here hold my armor(HERE)/told ur father to watch your sister while I boned your momma/ then told your momma to roll the condom while I boned her daughter/ get fronted till the next day & smoke like there’s no tomorrow/ let’s just face it, b*tch I’m just abbrasive/ my new name’s “Budweiser”..I’ve got more open domestic cases/ that’s my pick up line, if that don’t work then its “let’s get naked”/ that doesn’t work? Its “let’s get WASTED. Bring the X, your payin.”/left their faces like Fred Krueger’s/ the lead from the ruger spread to ya, f*ck it..blame the red on a head tumor/ you know a tattle tale who snitches when he’s dead, do ya?/ the two of ya can spread rumors to yourselves (boo-ya)/ who ya? Who shot ya? You don’t have a clue/ and u don’t have a (edit), here stupid, have a brew/ and u don’t have a brew, do ya? Offer you a smack/ gosh,it hurts..face like a gothic smurf-blue & black/ you know to move it back 10 paces/ when I’m in the studio, layin more trains over tracks than penn station/ got your ten waitin’..pentratin/ p*ssy bleedin like she’s menstratin’, then we make her bend- ACHIN’/ what can I say? I’m one hell of a guy./ seriously..to the point the devil’s jealous of I/ I would say the “scarface” quote/ but id rather use the carchase quote/ from the barrell that shot off they nose/it took every Marvel character to off Thanos/ (get a rope)/ hang yourself..you’ve got less characters than a twitter post/ is this a verse or a comedy central roast? It’s honestly meant for both/ your mommy just send for coke & I promise to lend her dough but I’m connin her into throat/ once I nut, she hits the road like a comet just hit the globe/ your vomitin’ shit I sold. Hurts to be you/ I’m old testament words to the new/every verse is the truth.

Verse 3

What more can I say? You want a 4th verse,heh?/ a fifth?…A SIXTH!!???/ how many more verses/ the 16 bar star with mixed green jars/ shot the m-16 hard at Christine car/ your piff’s 3 stars/ my shits 5 stars/ I spit 5 bars & kill you ‘fore your 6th line starts/ chewin oxy 80’s up/ all type of crazy drugs/ & lie 2 the public about sobriety like Shady does/ willin to spend 80 bucks on an 8th of bud/ smokin, lettin roaches live but smashin’ lady bugs/ you got your girl’s toes painted, I made her toes CURL, hate us/ walk the Earth with a drink like the whole world’s vegas/ I got the go-go gadget arm that forms into megatron, so NO don’t pass it!/ I’ll let this whole globe have it!/ f*ck hot lines..I’M call waitin/ everyone of y’all hatin will have HELL TOUPE…bald SATAN©

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