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[Chorus:
Cause I'm so dangerous, yeaa
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems
know I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys up
Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm luda
Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it
Suafist and a hollow point through ya
Hope ya get the point it don't matter who ya is
Nowadays they be snitching and so smooth
Defaquit your vocals like pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but don't you
Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn molecules
Into how you really thinkin I'm a lose
Comical only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a killin like obama
3 stories but the truth never told
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota kill to get a docks episode
With shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games I never got a token
My counter just be going through the motions
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always bein a boss the hell is a promotion
Anything than the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I ya broken
I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top ramen to top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's time ya bow in [?]
Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous [?] girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got a from Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She the city of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I ain't say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan