Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
Back on the scene,
with a brand new team
Straight checkin' the grips,
and now we flip the script
I am the
B, the
I, the
G, the
A, the
L I smoke the endogloss,
that's why I blow so well
The look on my face tells you I don't care
So mark, beware, and stop grippin' your hair
I might mistake you for a bitch,
make you suck on my dick
Buzz my nuts in your mouth
and I'll let you spit
Then after you finish,
I'ma tell you something good
Walk on up your ass like
Larry
Dowsing would
Then drop you off on
Dm
Am
Dixon without your ghetto pass
Come back in five minutes,
seven niggas on your ass
Cause even
Dallas niggas kill with malice
Nemesis wrecks the premises,
so legit it's everything
We don't give a fuck,
the police are corrupt
And the niggas on
Dixon are quick to get em up
With a whole ass nigga off, anybody kill off
A nigga off, it's an infatuable trigger
You get your ass slapped,
fuck around and get jacked
And now pass the rhymes to my nigga
Joe
Mack
Am
Mack on your punk bitch as s
Dm
Am
Dm
Drop out hoes, and give me your cash
This is some bass for your mother
Look at your bitch,
Dm
I got a whole damn body, nah
Am
Don't fight, it's cut,
you're fuckin' yourself
So quit jockin' all these
rappers for their wealth
Black people can be silly at times
Goin' to the store,
Dm
buyin' fake -ass gangster rhymes
Am
And all your marks, you know who you are
If you don't like it, then take me to war
Cause I know that shit you
screamin' is fiction
You wanna hear the real,
Dm
check out the parking lot on
Dixon
Am
It tells about my neighborhood,
I know it ain't right
But then again, what the fuck is good?
We gonna do this damn thing all night
Yo
C, rock the mic and make sure it's tight
The nemesis punk,
now what the fuck is up?
Tell me something wrong and
I'ma slap your slut
Dm
Am
You better bow down to the
pimpin' that I display
Cause I cherish no hoe,
Am
Never trick em while I'm pissing,
cause I love no bitch
Take her ass to the store,
she can steal my shit
Have me looking funky fresh,
cause I'm a pimp, you know
Putting the pussy on the store, so
I can make that dough
So now you know what's up,
cause I ain't no punk
I'm
Racine, can I fuck some?
I know, but your hoes
gotta pay for the pole
Cause this chocolate dish ain't no bullshit
And I'm a real
Mack,
Mack,
Mack, baby
And it's on
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