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Lyrics
My herb is wack, so now observe the facts, as my verse attacks,
cause I was burning tracks before this worthless cat had heard of Rap
i ride in the best i got a lexus on twenty's
and when it comes to sex and money i gots plenty
So no joke you wanna drive-by? Bring ya sh** ty chevy,
Ill sit on my porch waiting ready my-nine, and three machettis,
But ask yourself "why should I-die? This boys sittin ready"
Thats right b*** .. why-die? Cuz you know Im packin heavy,
I can still hit you when Im-High, and I cant even shoot steady,
im known for drugs and crack money,
talk sh** get f*** ed up like a crash dummy/
cause the way i tax money yall b*** es aint gettin sh** from me//
u b*** es think this sh** s still funny i find ya click an i kill 20
im not new in this game the names topgun,
blast ya f*** in brains out wit this oldschool shotgun/
got the glok son, all I do is pop guns,
gimme a real challenge im sick of playin games,
i just call you viktim cuz im sicka sayin names/
youll never become famous youll never even drop,
youll never make an album and youll never ever be hot/
you get no ass ya hands aint no butt,
if ya b*** think im sweet then im rammin the slut/
And you think u enough for the master of mics?
Complex rhymes creating mass disaster tonight
in a battle you get trampled, beaten on and blown up after
and if you're NoJoke, then why the f*** 's there so much laughter
Style so fresh it was put up on the line for the air to ventilate thru
And rhymes so rugged that 'sleeping on em' penatrates you
It's drastic as I practise my verse-slingling tactics
The fact is yer wackness draws you closer to the casket
