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Текст:

Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig (3)
Now open 'em up,even the best shocked

Sick when hurry idiots batta-battle the skinny-skinniestlittle rapper
to never battle,pidlle,or paddle the prettiest
dumb fuck,looking for the hats off for the number
jacking jeans keep your hanging nuts tucked
and i'm about to fake my look up it,up in a book,
plus i'am almost on the top of the booty pul that coppin' a district shit
see you're just barking up tha wrong're 'cause
i got diarrhea-myamia i be a fucking honkey
so bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid
retell what the fuck i'm saying niggas talk,
but never the type babaddababba they think they shits so poppa hipty
i'd magazine if i were to put up a zipper to the mic
i'd be able to do a lip-sync
because i rap in this muthafucker ,there's gotta be a certain
rhyme this microphone stick
what the fuck ,i'll hoist it around inside my home
and the dj better stick up like a rocket
'causebe could scratch up a portable with 27 pockets
Buttafingers scratchesclike a girly fight
but i'm hardcore like busting at the mayor (WHOA)
getting kids like i was boxing up a sale (WHOA)
i wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
i done madeclots a money so i'm good if i make a nickle
but i'm out cold like a salt wound,
so i got nuts so fat ,it'll keep my toescwarm (hit me!)