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Hakuna… I ain’t trying to relate to you - or give you hope
If I’m trying to see where your head at - it’s in the scope
At first we thought you had that rock - shit was dope
Until we really broke down bars - it was soap
Punches make you hit the ropes, I’m Tyson with raps
Last month you were losing to sergg, fighting for scraps
I hope that helped your character grow to write for this match
Cuz when I’m locked on… I might pick up a case…
For the CHOPPA, I should TYPE THIS IN CAPS
You better run like Craig and not a minute late
Cuz when I cook up it get ugly like Roddy’s dinner plate
(Sidenote, Roddy don’t want it, he still fighting for section 8
That plate was the only we seen that corn with cake)
But back to TaTa, you all ra-ra…
Til your melon get split up from the 7 like LaLa
Bye bye, your spirit raised like Mama
But your body keep shaking like Big T when he cha-cha
You a bitch, Lady Gaga when addressing beef
Making statements, selling stories like a press release
So you deserve to be the next deceased…
Claiming you Ggg-yea right - REST IN PEACE
So after this body when you cry about how you hate me
You’ve completed your initiation as the new JD
Hakuna
I see u munchkin, u tryna westnile the punchin/
Beatchu like a stepchild, exile ya junction/
The tech's pow, leave part of ya textiles in tuscan/
Ur an x-file, reptile with erectile dysfunction/
Ya moms the realist nigga in ya fam and ya dads soft/
Oh shit, im thinking clips vs rex my bad boss/
As i recall, that last battle you had was a bad loss/
U tryna live off some JD shit like shad moss/
Since i know u like charlie, from here on im throwing the clip in/
Put the beam under the barrel, just to focus the vision/
Heard u knock down the bowls and the dishes/
U fat ass.......... so fuck guessing the room bitch i know its the kitchen/
See, im accurate when i snipe, use the scope with precision/
Shell hitcha wife in the stomach, left her folded and twitchin/
Said she died of heat or the dick they didnt notice the difference/
Cause i left my son/sun inside ya earth like a solar collision/
(((Dananet Dananet)))
::BREAKING NEWS::
((This Just in)) somebody bringing Justice for Justice/
After this ass whoopin, Just better adJust to the judgment/
That means no scrolling, or trolling for a fucking discussion/
Or ya boy, comin retarded like you fucked with ya cuzin/
And beat yo ass everyday like its ocd/
Send u to cloud 9 with clouds 9 thats opp/
Now you could die from 18 cause it wont be me/
Hakuna reporting live from the OTB/
(((Now back to you prick)))
This dead bodie's schooled, he could use the trunk as a locker/
This is fucking, trump and Barack or tryna punch with baraka/
Hit a button then get the dumpin if ya fuck wit matata/
Thats ong bak, im swinging from the trunk with the choppa/
((Wait.... Choppa, anime! Hmmm, im so mean with it/
Ima flip it around and try to do a scheme with it/))
I'll show you how the become one with piece/
The choppa modded like moose and shoots hollows, keep it under the fleece/
If i get the ich he go (ichigo) then clean it up with the bleach/
Cause all ya bars is like luffy, every punch is a reach/
I'll out the pound, wave the bull, put the alpha down/
I cant cap calm, the hulk be tearing rounds out the ground/
5 niggas, thats 10 sticks, the code is ken kicks/
That means go around the house and give the whole house a round/
I keep (both the pounds low) incase the (rite) nigga step/
The (kick) back a feel like a (punch rite to the neck)/
For those who like streetfighter then check/
I just gave him the raging demon now that niggas life if in dept/
U always exaggerate and be stretchin ya lines/
But if u cant see where u reach, i get it ur blind/
Wont know the half till u met with the 9/
I gotta gun so big the caps look like the rest of the rhyme/
WHILE WAITING FOR EARL TO WORK AN OPPONENT/
I HAD THE 5TH OVER 18 LIKE IM TRYNA WORK AN EXPONENT/
I AINT TALKIN ANIME OR THE NBA WHEN I SAY THAT K-POP AT THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT/
Hakuna… I ain’t trying to relate to you - or give you hope
If I’m trying to see where your head at - it’s in the scope
At first we thought you had that rock - shit was dope
Until we really broke down bars - it was soap
Punches make you hit the ropes, I’m Tyson with raps
Last month you were losing to sergg, fighting for scraps
I hope that helped your character grow to write for this match
Cuz when I’m locked on… I might pick up a case…
For the CHOPPA, I should TYPE THIS IN CAPS
You better run like Craig and not a minute late
Cuz when I cook up it get ugly like Roddy’s dinner plate
(Sidenote, Roddy don’t want it, he still fighting for section 8
That plate was the only we seen that corn with cake)
But back to TaTa, you all ra-ra…
Til your melon get split up from the 7 like LaLa
Bye bye, your spirit raised like Mama
But your body keep shaking like Big T when he cha-cha
You a bitch, Lady Gaga when addressing beef
Making statements, selling stories like a press release
So you deserve to be the next deceased…
Claiming you Ggg-yea right - REST IN PEACE
So after this body when you cry about how you hate me
You’ve completed your initiation as the new JD
Hakuna
I see u munchkin, u tryna westnile the punchin/
Beatchu like a stepchild, exile ya junction/
The tech's pow, leave part of ya textiles in tuscan/
Ur an x-file, reptile with erectile dysfunction/
Ya moms the realist nigga in ya fam and ya dads soft/
Oh shit, im thinking clips vs rex my bad boss/
As i recall, that last battle you had was a bad loss/
U tryna live off some JD shit like shad moss/
Since i know u like charlie, from here on im throwing the clip in/
Put the beam under the barrel, just to focus the vision/
Heard u knock down the bowls and the dishes/
U fat ass.......... so fuck guessing the room bitch i know its the kitchen/
See, im accurate when i snipe, use the scope with precision/
Shell hitcha wife in the stomach, left her folded and twitchin/
Said she died of heat or the dick they didnt notice the difference/
Cause i left my son/sun inside ya earth like a solar collision/
(((Dananet Dananet)))
::BREAKING NEWS::
((This Just in)) somebody bringing Justice for Justice/
After this ass whoopin, Just better adJust to the judgment/
That means no scrolling, or trolling for a fucking discussion/
Or ya boy, comin retarded like you fucked with ya cuzin/
And beat yo ass everyday like its ocd/
Send u to cloud 9 with clouds 9 thats opp/
Now you could die from 18 cause it wont be me/
Hakuna reporting live from the OTB/
(((Now back to you prick)))
This dead bodie's schooled, he could use the trunk as a locker/
This is fucking, trump and Barack or tryna punch with baraka/
Hit a button then get the dumpin if ya fuck wit matata/
Thats ong bak, im swinging from the trunk with the choppa/
((Wait.... Choppa, anime! Hmmm, im so mean with it/
Ima flip it around and try to do a scheme with it/))
I'll show you how the become one with piece/
The choppa modded like moose and shoots hollows, keep it under the fleece/
If i get the ich he go (ichigo) then clean it up with the bleach/
Cause all ya bars is like luffy, every punch is a reach/
I'll out the pound, wave the bull, put the alpha down/
I cant cap calm, the hulk be tearing rounds out the ground/
5 niggas, thats 10 sticks, the code is ken kicks/
That means go around the house and give the whole house a round/
I keep (both the pounds low) incase the (rite) nigga step/
The (kick) back a feel like a (punch rite to the neck)/
For those who like streetfighter then check/
I just gave him the raging demon now that niggas life if in dept/
U always exaggerate and be stretchin ya lines/
But if u cant see where u reach, i get it ur blind/
Wont know the half till u met with the 9/
I gotta gun so big the caps look like the rest of the rhyme/
WHILE WAITING FOR EARL TO WORK AN OPPONENT/
I HAD THE 5TH OVER 18 LIKE IM TRYNA WORK AN EXPONENT/
I AINT TALKIN ANIME OR THE NBA WHEN I SAY THAT K-POP AT THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT/
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