the rhyme king
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I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this
right at my waist for just in case somebo-dy gots to get exploded
Cause G. Rap ain't that nikka that try to play so nikka lay low
or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fukkin around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fukkin head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itch-y trigg-er fing-ers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage
and put two in yo' ass bytch
and one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills nikkaz for thrills
Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocketin your eye socket
kool g rap had crazy rhyme schemes
right at my waist for just in case somebo-dy gots to get exploded
Cause G. Rap ain't that nikka that try to play so nikka lay low
or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo
Clown, keep fukkin around, and you'll be dead G
I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fukkin head like the Red Sea
Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber
Dangerous stranger, with itch-y trigg-er fing-ers like Lone Ranger
I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage
and put two in yo' ass bytch
and one inside the wifey and the baby carriage
So head for the hills, I kills nikkaz for thrills
Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill
I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it
Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocketin your eye socket
kool g rap had crazy rhyme schemes