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wait til you see the visual\nPlease brace yourself this shit about to get critical\nLet it be known I got rappers on my hit list\nI got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas\nWord to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick\nI knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch\nSince day one man your boy been the truth\nBroke so many records like I'm in the glass booth\nLike I'm in the glass studio breaking out barriers\nBack on crime I was screaming out Ellen wood? area\nnigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be\nI'm screaming I'm the best till these rappers kill me\nMake the people feel me like the blind men do\nOn your girl head so much like her favorite shampoo\nI'm traveling where I want, soulja's vacation\nMy mind is so free, emancipation, proclamation\nI'm so hot, haters evaporating\n6 bitches on my dick I'm elimidating\nI'm high every friday just like smokey\nI'm spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke\nHit stick with the flow just like Madden\nI'm so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin\nI spit hot flames bitch just like a dragon\nAnd my pants saggin\nSpell it backwards niggas\nNiggas get heated when they see the coupe on\nI don't give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on\nI'm a keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me\nI'm cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe\nYou ain't gotta like me just please respect it\nHip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it\nMicrophone check it, uno, dos, tres,\nI'm a keep spitting til they crown me the best\nThe rap games a mess, let me clean it up\nIt's a pigsty they going ham give it up\n\nFlying down the highway a million on the dashboard\nYou can't start my car up unless you got the password\nI'm something like a prophecy spit so properly\nWhen my album drops watch how many rappers copy me\nHaters opinions are obsolete\nDon't make pop music so it ain't no pop in me\nAnd my brains a bitch where she at when I need her\nYa pack nines, I pack nine kilometers\nYa did'nt want beef 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I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas\n  Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick\n  I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch\n  Since day one man your boy been the truth\n  Broke so many records like I'm in the glass booth\n  Like I'm in the glass studio breaking out barriers\n  Back on crime I was screaming out Ellen wood? area\n  nigga I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be\n  I'm screaming I'm the best till these rappers kill me\n  Make the people feel me like the blind men do\n  On your girl head so much like her favorite shampoo\n  I'm traveling where I want, soulja's vacation\n  My mind is so free, emancipation, proclamation\n  I'm so hot, haters evaporating\n  6 bitches on my dick I'm elimidating\n  I'm high every friday just like smokey\n  I'm spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke\n  Hit stick with the flow just like Madden\n  I'm so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin\n  I spit hot flames bitch just like a 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