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[Chorus:
I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa
You don't want no problems, you don't no problems
Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you don't want no

Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
Cause I got work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

Haha, up
Ludacris are Ludacris think I'm luda this
Rep the dirty all the world I polluted it
and a hollow point through ya head
Hope ya get the point it really matter who ya is
they be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your vocals it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it but they don't you
Know you get the blame the police is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and turn your
Into particals how you really I'm a lose
money only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I a killin like obama news
3 but the truth really never told
3 in the condo I never know
Who I goota kill to get a docks episode
With shaking what she got in a leapered robe
Play no games like I got a token
My counter just be going through the motions
Give me my jim carey cause I'm smokin
Always a boss what the hell is a promotion
Anything than the best is insulting
Gold toilest I be like a sultan
I hope ya got geicko I leave ya
I'm taking bout the mic I see the lizard and I him

Da 5'9":]
I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand like a black man get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I know what you're waiting for
I ain't say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
And his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm launching
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This ain't work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New Rolls Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So me, if you haven't seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan