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My music go harder than those foolish buffoons, you know
Spit the rudest flow, never stoop low for stupid hoes
Fresher than ya new clothes
Winter in Chicago, boy, I'm too cold
I'm too bold, attackin' like I'm Cujo
How many times can that gun burst if it's from Earth?
How many stupid food-colored whips you hopping out of in one verse?
Tell me again, how many are you slayin' when you really watchin' PornHub clips with 52% percent ratings?
My mind's all smart, it's in the ball park of Jean-Paul Sartre,
Yours is in the parking lot of Walmart packin' up Duck Dynasty wall art
You claiming that you move the clubs, but only in a golf cart
Czar hold the mic like Picasso paint a picture in 1080p (tell 'em)
High res, wide lens, you {???}
Crowd goin' wild like they screamin' for they favorite team
Amphetamines give the shakes to the fiends
He's the General Zod fleein' from a federal charge
Neck surgery-- sue due to head nod
Certified worker, Sir I, salute the god
The next generation leader Jean-Luc Picard
You know, this is sort of well-recorded, L
Nosy neighbors tell the board of health about the corpse's smell in the bloody Jordans
{???} to the touch of evil, word to Orson Welles
Ain't nobody tryin' to hear you, like an orphan's yell
I'm rugged like a tortoise shell
You buggin' like a stuffed one
You bust guns, never fold, cold as ice
We keep the merchandise {???}

Movin' like a hundred U-Hauls, so screw y'all
Call me a bully, the industry is like the school hall
Who are y'all? Ya goofballs, dudes rockin' RuPaul shawls
Czarface is what you call raw
Listen

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