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[Intro]
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers! I'm gon' tell you something straight off the motherfucking press. I ain't coming for no foolishness

[Verse 1]
Yo, you know I got it, my comments sharp as Mufasa grill
I'm out to kill with Ebonic shots through impostors still
My sonic skill drowning cowardly herbs in my words
'Till they popping gills like slopping coffee from toxic spills
I keep it real, fucking Judases the apostle will
Hock out hypocrisies, talking nonsense to cop a deal
So at they concerts I stalk ‘em, sock ‘em, bop ‘em, rob ‘em
And pawn they pendant then go Bugatti shopping with Dr. Phil
Ain't no concoction of Oxy pills gon’ match the dope I'm pedaling
Rappers settled in get ready for Hell again
Got melons numb, swelling, swear you selling Excedrin
But I'm an outlier like Ed, Edd, and they Eddy friend
Ain't your typical tippy toe pigeonholed individual
Sitting low, getting dough but spitting like Twinkletoes
Nah, I’m different yo, ink thick in my ventricle
Drip linked to the pens I hold, quick blink and the mission go

[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out

[Verse 2]
Please believe I wear my heart on my sleeve
Taking over the underground, that's a part of my scheme
So pardon my dream if you ain't a part of my team
Sever the hand holding the apple in the garden with Eve
I ain't down with the snakes and the rats chasing the Swiss in the traps
The fakes and the acts, I race my fist to your mask
I ain't afraid to say nothing
While passive poets they flushed and huffing, puffing, and bluffing
Lyrical tyrant, eye in the sky hired to spy on you
While I sit ready with the spear or the trident
So have fear there's no hiding, I’m hungry
No comfort I come for thee, dump raps ‘till we hearing the sirens
I'm a consumer, maneuver though your manure
Pursuing sewage lure, I skewer you babies bitching in bloomers
I do it truer, you fake like the paper Jordan logo you Google searched
Printed then superglued on your Pumas

[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out

[Verse 3]
You come bearing a wreath, well I’m bearing my teeth
Bury a barely bearable bore barren on beats
I’m terror to terribly poor, tearing up sheets
Paling but dare to compete arrogant erring emcees, capisce?
My loose leaf scattered with bars, I go hard
You fools need batteries charged, you sew scarves
While I’m higher than Saturn and Mars
Holy cow, bitch, I’m sicker than cattle with SARS
So many niggas biting it's likely
Twenty eight days later my rage behavior gon' hit and it's frightening
No need for hyping you light men, I’m heavy hitting
No shit, I’m fricking busy spaghetti splitting you petty bitches
You ain’t hot so just give up, you ain’t on top you a hiccup
So this a stick up for your spot, you get got you don’t give up
So hop away cause rebut any thoughts I won't rip up
A fellow competitor, tell ‘em I’m knocking, the jig up

[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out

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from Lifestyles Of The Almost Broke & Completely Underground, released February 1, 2016
Written by MADic
Produced by MADic for MAD Dope Productions

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