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[Chorus:
Cause I'm lyrically so dangerous,
You don't want no problems, you want no problems
know I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't want no problems, you want no problems

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

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

Da 5'9":]
I went from top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets for the drama
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow in [?]
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous [?] 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 feel like the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz:]
[?] to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know what you're for
I ain't finna say nothing, the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear going
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice

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