[Verse 1: Swayze] BOW Nunchucks, bandanna, my sawg mad Got CPS called on me for whipping my dad’s ass Its Ratcheft nigga , smoke a pound a day And fuckin en hang w/ my crew stackin money like hay Fuckin en commando ill be Random while fuckin a cock her spaniel In the middle of the subway, bums selling me the handle Im open to burnin candles In an abando just me and my fuckin friend-ho And fucking ing until ‘the man’ shows! Im an asshole your out of your league Can make it to the show to lose like Miami basketball teams Don’t wipe me off bitch im very clean You’ve never seen this human-being-rat-pack extraordinaire We moving things.. The kids im influencing the new routine: Fuck this and fuck that just make the fuckin cream Exact yo. In fact bro.. I'mma welcome you to the back of the Rat Tax show Crack ho [Verse 2: LeGit] It’s the neo-negro, the villain fuck the hero Project doom to the goons cuz I fear no Homo-sapien im just tryna make the ends Meet the Mercedes Benz, maybe get the ladies in Maybe then this crazy sinful bastard could take a 10.. And own a large hut for my baby to have a baby in? Seriously? Id rather ride the hearse Id rather be a deadbeat than gratify my curse Or satisfy the worse case: death on a birthday My breath taking verses show work like an earthquake Yea, as im climbing high to greatness The rhymes that I kick cause seismic vibrations The livest guy making extraordinary history Officially taking shit from the game w/ a grip of thieves Its Ratcheft Cookin dope for the crackheads Leavin cracked heads on the gorund from my black lead! [Verse 3: Keef] Uh, fuckin ing play me on the radio Free steeze genius bangin through your ASIO Banks go rupt once the cheft show up Highway robbery when that set show sucks! Internet drone, lowkey okiely Follow old people With a glass full of gold teeth Fresh fest, granddaddy swagger Axe to my listeners, a fan body snatcher Don siegal Ready for the rapture herb-lighter-bird Like raptor rappers Six six Saturn, ask why I hate jesus but it shouldn’t matter Nigga look and you recognize a fuckin in crooked pattern Raps first black cursed bastards diverse Heh, dad’s worse! Wanted a son, but he wanted cash first Last to laugh, that fuckin dagger stab hurt nigga Man niggas is bitches, wanna fuck w/ you when ya dick bigger than his is
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