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Track 7 from Partick Baitman's '80's Baby: White Privilege' Mixtape
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We made it.
Now I have your attention,
I'm back with a vengeance
This dank I'm dispensing
I rap for my bredren that wanna fuck a chick,
Bumper so big it has its own engine,
Bumper so big it jam in the entrance.
Life a bitch n if u from the bits,
U better have some direction
HDC got the baddest intentions.
bout to fill with her More beads then a catholic convention.
Plus we don't eat before we beat,
So you best freak in the back of the restaurant,
In the jeep, no tax on it bredren,
If she sorry when she leaves send the yat to the reverend.
No time for no passive aggression,
We jus want yats that askin no questions.
Flow like immaculate conception.
Unbelievable.
I can give these rappers some lessons,
Way I keep it raw, I could give these trappers some lessons.
Rappers are whack, imagine they Lennon,
Imagine they trapping, crap I been hearing, is whacked than crack.
Had to go back on attack like dominoes these rappers collapse
These rappers get wrapped
Ah snap, ah shit
Are these dogs trapping that piff
While you were attached to that tit
Was already on strip,
Before your cherry was split
I already had whips
I'm all ready for this
I'm all ready for this, bitch
We aint made it,
But we're about to go ham on this bitch,
So ham,
That I bet Mohamed is pissed,
Sorry Mo,
they been chatting some scandalous shit,
Bet when we all blew (blue),
like a gang of Los Angeles crips,
they'll be like fam we always knew
You was the man of this shit
Rappers be bitches,
Ratchets they snitches,
Who else be rapping this vicious,
Painting these pictures.
Whose else came in with no rizlas or haze,
Still got these bredders all waved,
Still got these Devils to say.
How could he be this official.
Must be involved wid demons n rituals,
Nah, I'm just seeing it simple.
My dream is so visual, my pain is so potent.
Pass the petroleum pass me the match,
Bars like napoleon, tell ya dogs to relax.
I'm the don gargon, promised my mandem,
I'm gonna bombard 'em.
When I left for city, shit I had nothing but bars king.
I was nothing but starving.
Wasn't fucking with Martin or Gandhi,
All I had was heart with no plan, B
So if I get half of a chance B,
Ima treat the game like Leo,
Parking that Lambi.
N iwhen the Lemon wear off,
Ima be like rah its Jumanji, rah
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