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I´ma career ender, take great CARE to SERVE 80 PROOF lyrical SHOTS/ ´cause I´ma a BAR-TENDER, serve no liquor but I´ll put yo´ career ON THE ROCKS/ Now it´s time, I got my mental glock-cocked, to pay * a visit/ Fukkin up his punchlines, like he said "knock-knock," and I won´t say "who is it?"/ He done did it, now I gotta leave him disgraced/ I EAT mc´s so before battlin I gotta pause to say grace/ then his career gets laid to waste, No matter how many NICKELS in his account he can´t SAVE FACE/ MR. POTATO HEAD lames, talk sh!t then get their face REARRANGED/ * name, will become "PENNIES" after I MAKE CHANGE/ leave him breathin out his ear and talkin out his nostrils/ more than Jesus by the Apostles, yall be quotin my lines/ Peeps tried to tell ´em, he ain´t want a piece of mine/ Now me feedin him his own CEREBELLUM, is the only way he´ll have PEACE(piece) OF MIND/ he´s panickin´ lookin´ behind, himself after every sound, scared of a beat down/ Ya like MONEY? well I´ma VERBALLY give you an ENGLISH POUND...ing/ wit a crowd surrounding, I´m clowning and grounding, any high hopes you had-of-respect-on-the-mic/ you mad-I-got-respect-on-the-site, talkin sh!t all in my face so I had-to-connect-wit-a-right/ Now you on the floor LAID OVER like you waitin on a CONNECTION FLIGHT, don´t try to get FLY again... U Know Who U Are... one... Y.L.N
I´ma career ender, take great CARE to SERVE 80 PROOF lyrical SHOTS/ ´cause I´ma a BAR-TENDER, serve no liquor but I´ll put yo´ career ON THE ROCKS/ Now it´s time, I got my mental glock-cocked, to pay * a visit/ Fukkin up his punchlines, like he said "knock-knock," and I won´t say "who is it?"/ He done did it, now I gotta leave him disgraced/ I EAT mc´s so before battlin I gotta pause to say grace/ then his career gets laid to waste, No matter how many NICKELS in his account he can´t SAVE FACE/ MR. POTATO HEAD lames, talk sh!t then get their face REARRANGED/ * name, will become "PENNIES" after I MAKE CHANGE/ leave him breathin out his ear and talkin out his nostrils/ more than Jesus by the Apostles, yall be quotin my lines/ Peeps tried to tell ´em, he ain´t want a piece of mine/ Now me feedin him his own CEREBELLUM, is the only way he´ll have PEACE(piece) OF MIND/ he´s panickin´ lookin´ behind, himself after every sound, scared of a beat down/ Ya like MONEY? well I´ma VERBALLY give you an ENGLISH POUND...ing/ wit a crowd surrounding, I´m clowning and grounding, any high hopes you had-of-respect-on-the-mic/ you mad-I-got-respect-on-the-site, talkin sh!t all in my face so I had-to-connect-wit-a-right/ Now you on the floor LAID OVER like you waitin on a CONNECTION FLIGHT, don´t try to get FLY again... U Know Who U Are... one... Y.L.N