[Intro]
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Hey!
Boy, tell me what you say
Tell me how you like my rhymes
Cause now is my time
To show that the rap game needs me
To show that I'm a beastly
Creature, lyrically vicious
I am gifted
[Hook]
Hey!
Boy, tell me what you say
Tell me how you like my rhymes
Cause now is my time
To show that the rap game needs me
To show that I'm a beastly
Creature, lyrically vicious
I am vicious (x3)
Lyrically vicious
I am gifted
[Verse 1]
I'm gifted, my soul is uplifted
By the Lord Almighty, I can't sell for them sixes
I cannot sell my soul if I cannot sell crack
I've never sold d** but I used to sell snacks
That's exactly the reason my money ain't wack
Thank the Lord that it's something I don't lack
Love money but it's like a child I don't adore
I give it up for adoption at the store
I got a lot of children but I want some more
So the bank gets pregnant, her stomach is sore
As I sat by a desk with a cup filled with pink
Pen screwed the paper and it quickly came ink
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[Verse 2]
Now, can you tell me how you like my rhymes?
My rhymes spicy tasty, I just added thyme
Had no proper welcome to the game, no doormat
You can hear my rhymes tighter than a closed tap
You can hear my rhymes cold, make you think you feel scared
Haters don't blush but when I look I see red
Mad faces of those people and they're filled with rage
Paper in my phone on that internet page
Spitting that thing, it is covered in saliva
That thing lands on the mic, even in ciphers
If money is lyrical sk**s, then I am the richest
Now you people know I'm lyrically vicious
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