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Herschel, I'm better\nThan all of you fuckin' little twerps put together\n\nBut I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah)\nTalk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?)\nLike who had the second-best verse on \"Forever\"? (Damn)\nNow I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay)\nWhat is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?) A giraffe (haha)\n\"Go at his neck,\" how the fuck is that? (Yeah)\n\nHow can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha)\nArm so short he can't even touch his hands\nWhen they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow)\nSorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, Ben' (yeah)\nWhen I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh)\nI hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low\n\nIn them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?)\nJesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?)\nNever guessed you meant (damn) at the Red Roof Inn (shit)\nIn a room with one single bed, two men (what?)\nShady, man, you can't, yes, you can (shh)\n\nWell, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)\nBut this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?)\nGuess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)\nDamage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose\n\nGat-pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well)\nYeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)\nYou'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral\nI'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams\nOnce again, it is off into that damn padded room I go\n\nRight toward the asylum or the psych ward\nBecause I strangled you with a mic cord\nBecause my fuckin' mind's morbid\nI'm on my (what?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah)\nBitch, I soar like a sty\n\nYou probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah)\n'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score\nAnd that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett\nAnd I been at the level J. 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(Haha)\n[00:40.09] Arm so short he can't even touch his hands\n[00:41.99] When they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow)\n[00:44.07] Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, Ben' (yeah)\n[00:46.46] When I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh)\n[00:48.50] I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low\n[00:50.53] In them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?)\n[00:52.74] Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?)\n[00:54.87] Never guessed you meant (damn) at the Red Roof Inn (shit)\n[00:56.80] In a room with one single bed, two men (what?)\n[00:58.58] Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (shh)\n[01:01.01] Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)\n[01:05.09] But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?)\n[01:06.56] Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)\n[01:08.44] Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose\n[01:11.50] Gat-pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well)\n[01:13.99] Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)\n[01:15.83] You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral\n[01:19.50] I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams\n[01:22.07] Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go\n[01:25.50] Right toward the asylum or the psych ward\n[01:28.48] Because I strangled you with a mic cord\n[01:30.69] Because my fuckin' mind's morbid\n[01:32.84] I'm on my (what?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah)\n[01:34.70] Bitch, I soar like a sty\n[01:37.12] You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah)\n[01:39.10] 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score\n[01:42.61] And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett\n[01:44.53] And I been at the level J. 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(Haha)\n[00:40.09] Arm so short he can't even touch his hands\n[00:41.99] When they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow)\n[00:44.07] Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, Ben' (yeah)\n[00:46.46] When I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh)\n[00:48.50] I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low\n[00:50.53] In them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?)\n[00:52.74] Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?)\n[00:54.87] Never guessed you meant (damn) at the Red Roof Inn (shit)\n[00:56.80] In a room with one single bed, two men (what?)\n[00:58.58] Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (shh)\n[01:01.01] Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)\n[01:05.09] But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?)\n[01:06.56] Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn)\n[01:08.44] Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose\n[01:11.50] Gat-pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well)\n[01:13.99] Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)\n[01:15.83] You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral\n[01:19.50] I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams\n[01:22.07] Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go\n[01:25.50] Right toward the asylum or the psych ward\n[01:28.48] Because I strangled you with a mic cord\n[01:30.69] Because my fuckin' mind's morbid\n[01:32.84] I'm on my (what?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah)\n[01:34.70] Bitch, I soar like a sty\n[01:37.12] You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah)\n[01:39.10] 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score\n[01:42.61] And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett\n[01:44.53] And I been at the level J. 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(Goddamn)\n[01:08.44] Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose\n[01:11.50] Gat-pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well)\n[01:13.99] Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah)\n[01:15.83] You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral\n[01:19.50] I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams\n[01:22.07] Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go\n[01:25.50] Right toward the asylum or the psych ward\n[01:28.48] Because I strangled you with a mic cord\n[01:30.69] Because my fuckin' mind's morbid\n[01:32.84] I'm on my (what?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah)\n[01:34.70] Bitch, I soar like a sty\n[01:37.12] You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah)\n[01:39.10] 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score\n[01:42.61] And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett\n[01:44.53] And I been at the level J. 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(Damn)\nNow I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay)\nWhat is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?) A giraffe (haha)\n\"Go at his neck,\" how the fuck is that? (Yeah)\n\nHow can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha)\nArm so short he can't even touch his hands\nWhen they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow)\nSorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, Ben' (yeah)\nWhen I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh)\nI hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low\n\nIn them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?)\nJesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?)\nNever guessed you meant (damn) at the Red Roof Inn (shit)\nIn a room with one single bed, two men (what?)\nShady, man, you can't, yes, you can (shh)\n\nWell, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?)\nBut this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?)\nGuess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? 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