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We're so furiously dangerous...
furiously dangerous...
We're so furiously dangerous...
furiously dangerous...
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green
with a yellow complexion
Women call me
the Green Bay packer
I pack the zero's
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid rappers is
waitin' on trades
and they all
get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work
all on my waist
but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin'
or playin' double dutch
I **** on rappers every verse
just got the bubble guts
Let me tell this to the people
not understandin' my moxy
Animal, watch me
If you think it's
stop me
But then I hit them with a flow
that they can't even copy
See, we don't play that
Where i'm from
it's like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog
thugs want a war
Bad jean
what you want to trade slugs
with them for
While you cuffin' them more
I'm stuffin' the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking
Kevin Love on the board, dog
You and your skills
on my squad
I put you on a crash course
in a smart car
Going speeding not
relying on the brake pad
The car you still
drive on the race track
So you lying about your feelings
and the Maybach
A ghost tail for the Phantoms
face facts
We ruin hip hop
slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt
you done faded to black
We're so furiously dangerous...
furiously dangerous...
We're so furiously dangerous..
furiously dangerous...
I went from eating top
ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of commas
No regrets except for the drama
I remember a time
when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it's time
ya bow down in
Writ in my honour
cause ***** I'm bonker
plural
In a whip with my Ivanka
pompous girl
She on E, feeling on me
singing on key
While i'm bumping
We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney
no he didn't did he
We run this town
No he didn't did he
I feel like tinting the glass
You take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi
that was pretty witty
Demand like a black man
tryna get re-elected
He ain't get it, did he
to the pedal
Pedal to the floor
Just whippin' it
through the ghetto
Metal in the door
case I gotta throw
some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state
I'm settling the score
I don't know
what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know
what matter fact
I don't know
what you're waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing
turn the bass up more
til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that
like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid
with his thumbs in his ears
And his tongue in his ear
going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it
stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I speak is hot
But don't be mad at least
everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say
you're not nice okay
Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur
My **** fly like
I'm launching manure
Lord of the underground
God of the saw
On Hennessy black
or punk to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the block
This ain't work, call me
I'm off the block
I'm a syllable
Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical manual to
deliver the flammable ammo
Lyrical and I'm off the top
Rep that West
till I walk with Pac
We're the 2.0 Boys
quick fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce
fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way
you can stop me
I'm top seed
I pop green at my speed
So watch me
if you haven't seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghin's
We're so furiously dangerous...
in Ramadan
furiously dangerous...
We're so furiously dangerous...
furiously dangerous...
I suggest you shut it down
Pack your 'ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still
swiftly hit the ground
We too dangerous for the World
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