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Smash\nAnd win the tournament without wobbling\nCheck it\n\nFuck around with your's, but bitch I'm keeping my pieces\nDeep inside the canvas, buried deep inside beaches\nJolly Roger 'prolly dodging cop cars off the freeway\nThrift store rappers, cop bars off of eBay\nCareful what your steez say, try and catch buds\nIt's best of a featest, legs screaming out\nFrom the chest up, I'm fiending\nBeefing with my Jesus cleaning 'Didas\nGetting creased, let these calves get to work\nIt's getting messy at the table, covered napkin and shirt\nWe cutting body parts, lavender hues inside the pigments\nTry to box me in and ain't no room inside your figments\nI'm on Huger Street the crew is truly deep we mobbin' loc\nThe motto's think fast even though we talking slow\nGold mouth, hoe, we dripping dust chasing with the twisted lust\nTry to tip-toe, but all these demons try to trip me up\nHit me with that pistol butt, swear I'll haunt yo mama house, bitch\n\nAyy, you know how it is\nBack up in this 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pieces\n[01:06.18] Deep inside the canvas, buried deep inside beaches\n[01:08.61] Jolly Roger 'prolly dodging cop cars off the freeway\n[01:11.36] Thrift store rappers, cop bars off of eBay\n[01:14.25] Careful what your steez say, try and catch buds\n[01:16.96] It's best of a featest, legs screaming out\n[01:19.23] From the chest up, I'm fiending\n[01:20.86] Beefing with my Jesus cleaning 'Didas\n[01:22.73] Getting creased, let these calves get to work\n[01:24.52] It's getting messy at the table, covered napkin and shirt\n[01:26.94] We cutting body parts, lavender hues inside the pigments\n[01:29.80] Try to box me in and ain't no room inside your figments\n[01:32.80] I'm on Huger Street the crew is truly deep we mobbin' loc\n[01:35.41] The motto's think fast even though we talking slow\n[01:37.82] Gold mouth, hoe, we dripping dust chasing with the twisted lust\n[01:40.73] Try to tip-toe, but all these demons try to trip me up\n[01:43.49] Hit me with that pistol butt, swear I'll haunt yo mama house, bitch\n[01:47.08] Ayy, you know how it is\n[01:48.67] Back up in this motherfucker acting like that motherfucker\n[01:51.55] Bitch\n[01:52.30] Ayy, we been with the shits\n[01:54.23] Half you lil' motherfuckers acting like you onto something\n[01:57.14] Bitch\n[01:57.66] Wait, screw the politics\n[01:59.29] Cracking up at motherfuckers rapping like they something other\n[02:02.38] Bitch\n[02:02.90] Made feel the slip on your grip\n[02:04.79] Who gassin' up you motherfucking rappers is a motherfucker\n[02:07.76] Ha!\n[02:09.04] Still fuckin' up Townsville\n[02:10.39] Still on the block in my burgundy brown silk\n[02:13.09] It's still fuck cops, I don't say it just to sound trill\n[02:15.63] Ayo it's still fuck the plot, and the urgency they spout still\n[02:18.30] Sounds ill\n[02:19.17] Yeah, I'd rather not, that don't sound right\n[02:21.29] Wow, Bill!\n[02:22.07] Shark's teeth lodged in the mouse bite\n[02:24.00] Bounce still\n[02:24.64] Car keys lost where I drowned my 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