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Muhfucka you ain't the only one
With a few screws missin' this dude trippin'
I'm nothin' like these other motherfuckas
Prime example:  If I would've
Shot your car bitch
I would've made sure it had you in it
You play stupid with me tonight and
You gon' be dead faggot from lead blastin'
Talkin' 'bout there's somethin' wrong under
The hood check engine light
BAOW! I know, a blown head gasket
And consider this as just a warnin'
Any one of you motherfuckas can join him
But as for this new found Blood
Let's just say y'all gon' be short
One Piru in the mornin'
This is the type of nigga I'll
Pistol whip until the handle breaks
You wanna know how I know you
Won't survive where I'm from?
We don't like sudden movements


And ya hands too shaky
Always pullin' out these fuckin' pistols
And ain't shot shit nigga please, try me
Pull a pistol on me and don't use it Twork
It's one of my dreams to catch a free body
I know you ain't used to gettin' no
Much as you kiss and tell
You thought it was cool to tell
The story about Easy bitch
Or even Coffee bruh?
Shit like that make me wanna peel
That nose ring to the
Back of your scalp like a
Gas station coffee cup
I'm not playin' with this mothafucka
This nigga done
Fuck yo' Bigga 9, bitch I got a bigger gun
I never been one for the games
But, I'll be damned if I won't let one
Of these bullets go on a Temple Run
I'm not playin' wit' this nigga
You beat up Norbes and you a Piru
Whooptie doo you think I fuckin' care?
I'll be done killed yo' ass
Take yo' flag and send yo' mama
Yo' blood in some Tupperware
But this mothafucka's Strapped In
He'll clap me in a coma
Not knowin' it's Gladness

Cause bitch I ain't dead and I
Can come back at any moment
And if I do I'm poppin' shit cockin' shit
Clumpsy mothafucka, known for droppin' shit
You a bitch homie, I'll lift on him
The fifth on him
He ran down on my grandma with a pocketbook
With a big 40
She let him get away too, I told her to
He too big for ya
Thought he got away without a witness
Only to make it around the corner
And realize the Sig' saw ya
You really think I'm cappin' in my rappin'?
I feel it like wala
These are all things I'm willin' to die 'bout
Nigga, you really wanna die 'bout a trigger?
12 gauge under ya chin
It won't be the first time
A Shotgun been under you
And the buckshot spreadin' up
Like a Wi-Fi symbol
All this, Twork gon' tower of me and
Bully me, I'm like, "Bitch please, "
You mind tellin' me what the
Fuck that shit mean?
Shit, I actually prefer all
My enemies six feet if this yo' mans
You better have a talk
With this mothafucka Jerusalem
Fuck a battle
I'ma be recappin'me shootin' him
This bitch'll put an end to
Twork like Diamond tellin' Ebony
To get out the car with Cube and 'em
And I learned to aim with
Big shit and big moments
I remember shootin' at one of
Mom dukes boyfriends one time
Right after the motherfucker
Tried stabbin' me
And the whole time I'm tryin'
To get my shot off
My mama just kept grabbin' me
But let's just say this
357 python the closest
Thing I ever got to mamba mentality
Swamp town

You told me, at the Face Off last night
That I was highly amazin' you right
And I'm prolly your favorite
I only called you out to teach
You somethin' you not even dangerous
You hopped on some fuck shit
Hopped on some gay shit
All the battle rappers you
Could've talked about
Lux, Surf, Mook, Roc and his Cave men
That's more names than the Call Of Duty lobby
Better go find you somebody to play wit'
I'm not the one this shit absurd
You can talk about how I take deposit's
You can talk about how I steal a purse
You can tell me how ya pistol burst
Tell me how you pitch the but fix ya words
You say one wrong thing to me
You gettin' served nigga emo
He gonna tell me what he cut like
But he know not to hit a nerve
I be done sparked it on him
This be y'all boy? I'ma do
His nigga awful awful
Rip him up, right by ya man collar
What? You done lost ya damn marbles?
I'll burn ya shit, 30 clip
Pull up, I'll triple dog dare you
That's a Cerberus 30 clip
Nah, cannon flare, air ya shit
You gon' pray to God
Still a hammer flare and hit ya shit
This soul food, you not gonna see the man
Upstairs until the end
Breakin' and enterin', at ya house
And we comin' in i'm talkin' 40 on my hip
You said you know where I'm at
By how the floor creak?
Bitch I'ma let you know I'm in that bitch
I'm talkin' stomp floors, boom boom
Glock roar
Nothin' in the living room we gon'
Head to the top floor
Swamp room shut all tight, knock hard
Boom, boom, boom, boom, pop four
Break in, skully halfway down
No more locked door jersey

They told me it was evident
I'd lose this battle told me
Focus on gettin' through my rounds
And not winnin' instead
I ain't gon' lie I kinda dig what they said
Then I thought about my real life
Like, you know how many times I already done
Lost to the pen' and the lead?
Do you have fuckin' idea what I think
About when I look at you?
A big fuckin' vagina
Who love Timberland's Puss N Boots
And as for your used to be fuckin' crew
Tell that fat pale fucker Glue'
"I don't fuck witchu"
Quit screamin' out "Carolinas" when
You're doin' shit
Like fuckin' with these fuckin' goofs
That lame mothafucka Lu?
Make you wanna run up on him
And make the 4 spit
Always laughin' and gigglin' and flexin'
What's so funny about him perfectin' and
Runnin' off wit' yo' shit?
That mothafucka Drugz, that nigga Drugz
You wanna be a manager so bad
The type of nigga that catch you walkin'
In work late like, "Damn bruh
You know what time it is?"
The mothafucker you just can't seem to
Pay to mind his biz' but he just like you
Love pullin' out pistols and ain't shot shit
Well I have yet to see ya guns blast
You should've taken that 59 hours and
Stayed gone the first time
Cause after they shot yo' shit up
That's how long it too someone
To leave yo' dumb ass
These the type of mothafuckas
The main reason why I'm packin' the TEC
What y'all think y'all me with my baby mamas?
Fuckin' up all these relationships
Only to get back with the ex?
Man let me had been Moon
Beatin' Drugz the fuck up and

Dropped his bitch ass
The minute you brought yo' big pussy
Ass anywhere in my direction
One of them boys behind me
Would've shot yo' bitch ass
The minute you get hype and yell
"Madness!" the metal finna bang
The basketball Ace snitchin' with the in it
Yeah bitch after this round yo' bounce
Will never be the same yo' crew act up
I'm shootin' ya teammates then bangers drop
Twork (twerk) hit Ying Yang Twinz
I'm tellin' you
Somebody better get big fella
I'm really wit' whatever
Fuck around and go from Rockets
To Hawks Clint Capela
My life is a movie, you need the script
You bang the 5 I bang and plead the fifth
Wit' yo' bitch ass
All that gangsta shit knowin'
They down low though but try me
I be done put two P's in
A box like the PayPal logo
But everything about you real, right?
Nah, ain't shit about you official bitch
Let's keep it official, bitch cut the jazz
(Jaz) , you lost to O'fficial bitch
You ran into Geechi I said
"Damn somebody else done smoked him again"
Left his fuckin' brains open again
Talkin' 'bout you "got Got'
And got Got'" bitch
You sound like you was chokin' again
Now he's talkin' like he's gonna pull up
Like that ain't a bad plan or somethin'
Man try me like you didn't know it
I swear to God it won't be your best night
I'm a southpaw, i'll fuck around and hit him
With the left twice
I know he big, he wanna grapple, so
I put the elbow in his chest, right?
But y'all know how you on the
Interstate and see your exit?
Yeah bitch I'm gettin' off on this next right
This high point I had since high school
It jammed a couple of times
But, it's good to me
I call it my Derek Rose shooter
But the P-90 had the Heat
Flyin' like Derrick Jones Jr
Ya mother was the worst pastor
Her bitch ass son a purse snatcher
Lame bitch who do lame shit
When you shoulda been and got murked after
That's why I bought something that dump 50
And then dump a whole 'nother 50 cause
The clip in this bitch reverse after
I know you Strapped In
But, if you strapped then I guess
The rest of 'em strapped in
But try goin' berserk on us
Fuck around and find Lu Glue'd to Twork
On Drugz like a lap dance fuck you

Shaun Paige i kinda made it hard for myself
I wish I could switch my speech
I told you last night I wasn't gon'
Flip ya rap name cause shit, that's weak
I mean you ain'tlyrical, layered
You damn sure don't spit like me
Ya name's "Swamp" so you don't
Even get that deep i go in his place
He act like he don't know where's the safe
I bet you change your mind if
You get poked wit' a blade
21 Savage, it's a knife
Oh, now it's written all over ya face
Get cooked for nothin'
I need you in the casket put to slumber
Your mother gonna yell, "Oh Paige (page)!"
Pastor readin' from the book of Numbers
Push a button
That's what you get for tryin' wit' us
Blade, stuck in his stomach
Push ya lining up
I commend you for standing here
Cause this took a lot of guts
This a horror made scene
Blade all into his spleen
I'll pull out, pull out, Larkin
Spray and squeeze
Shaun (Shawn) staring at the cannon, look Marlon, say "cheese"
Thangs squeeze
I keep it in the hoodie, but, but
I keep it in the hoodie

But but but I got a vestin case you
Grab the heater and you pull it
But, I got a vest in case you
Grab the heater and you pull it
I grab a vest in case you grab
The heater and you pull it
I can't even get through my material
And neither can the bullet big shit
Hit Swamp Paige chest when the shit lit
The bullet ain't too far from his heart
'boutan inch length
I need a couple spaces over for Paige
(page) , like an indent
Big Bloods, big Crips
I got niggas in Charleston, Columbia
They passin' Blood's blocks
Where you from Shaun
(Shawn)? Marion? You'll get your
Ugly ass shot that's this bitch's fate
Yeah we battlin' in the day but
I'll make this nigga wait
You gon' tell the fans
"Oh he be cheatin' y'all" hip hip hooray
Go 'head pander (Panda) Express
That ain't gon' get you a bigger plate
Bigga 9 hit his face
I hit the grave, hit the weight, sit and wait
Only thing I need is the drop like Triple H

Cuts his round short
I said I got a gun so big (How big is it?)
That mothafucka wouldn't even fit
In this bitch
Y'all heard that mothafucka laughin' and
Gigglin' the whole time?
I wonder if Tay Roc held the do'
For you to get in this bitch
The fuck wrong witchu? I hear you back there
Ya lil' cheerleadin' ass
You really hate the fact that
Motherfuckas fuck wit' me
Not knowin' they fuck wit' me cause I
Really be spittin' from the soul
Shit really that I know
You would think in a sport like
This the real would prevail
Well that ain't really how it goes
It's more about entertainment and
Puttin' on a show
Which is the main reason I never
Complain when they had Twork
(twerk) winnin' on the polls (poles)
Now the first time I seen you
You was killin' Redd Handed
But when you think about it
That's the only motherfucka you
Ever cooked and fried
I seen what you did to Dougy nothin'
That was your loud mouth and aggression the
Reason his shit got pushed aside
The respect was mutual as hell
So I can't really say you shook his pride
He just failed at doin' the only thing that
It really take to beat this mothafucka
Shitnigga look alive

You know why I really think you not the best?
Cause you get on stage half assin'
Not ya best all that fuckin' bullshit damn
Talent goin' to waste
Make me wanna pull up with the MAC's dumpin'
And put yo' fuckin' head on
The guillotine on detach somethin'
Or shitI don't know
Maybe take over that nigga job with
The beard and Smack somethin'
How many times you gon' reuse rounds?
You said the same thing to Geechi
That you said to Bruce Wayne
Ooops, you fucked up yeah Twork, what's up?
Shit like that make me wanna run up with
One up and one tucked like nun chucks
Now I'm glad that mothafuckas
Kinda fuck wit' that
Cause that was one of yo' moves
That shit was old as fuck bruh
They told me you was gonna come here
Wit' throw up rounds and reuse shit
I ain't doubt 'em i just 'em
"Fuck him he either gon' pass the torch
Or I'ma knock the flame out him"
I finally get what Hitman Holla meant
When he said niggas reuse the
Bullets that came out him
But this URL golden child
Stealin' deposit's, no showing
Beatin' up no neck harmless fat people
But the shit you did at Royalty Day 2
Really made me wanna leave you dead outside
Why the fuck y'all boys ain't
Tell them mothafuckas you
Went 'round the corner and
Handled shit outside?
Got mothafuckas runnin' and duckin' and shit
Knowin' damn well it wasn't
Even no threat outside
Mothafuckas was really scared over there
Y'all wasn't the only
Mothafuckas wit' pistols
Niggas could've really been dead over there
But y'all would rather be
Females playin' Ezal
Knowin' you need to get the fuck up
It ain't even wet over there
I know these niggas trippin'
Shit hit ya soul and prolly burn, right?
But, you lucky it's a battle instead of a
Straight shot like the New Jersey turnpike
Is this yo' mothafuckin' man?
You better have a talk
With this mothafucka Jerezsalem
Fuck a battle nigga
If they wanna find any part of
Jerusalem they gon' have to
Go to the Dead Sea to fish in to get him
But, you so Biblical
That's the main reason I wrap
Yo' casket in Corinthian leather fuck you
Swamp Town nigga

I said, Glock'll enter the room
You better get on the ground
And stomp wit' every move
Lay you down with the heat like a tanning bed
Look what you got yourself into
Y'all got this shit confused
I ain't hatin' on him alright maybe I am
Give it up
Don't even try it you won't make it
There I go hatin' again long weapon
See, get on the ground
There I go hatin' again

Chokes

Jersey