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{*Evil Laughs*} I'm a Super Villain where the f*cks Kick ass? One kick to the chest will give em whiplash Crack a 6-pack, light a bogie up Twist a Bamboo, cause bein' sober sucks I'm the dopest young buck with this rap shit Crazy mothaf*cker in need of a strait jacket Rap it, grab the track and face bash it Every instrument and the beat will lay in the casket Ha, cause you know I leave em hurt son On the Grassy Knoll, sniper rifle Nerf gun You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris will pull F*ckin' despicable, leavin' every hater miserable Kicked back, so come on and distract I hit em so hard they can't help it but sit back I spit raps amazing They flip the f*ck out like Liam Neeson When his daughter was kidnapped and taken [Chorus] I'm mentally insane On more cocaine than Rick James Chuggin' doober while I be drivin' and switch lanes This kid's brains suffer psychosis Runnin' into oncoming traffic with a helmet and a roach clip The dope shit, that roll, and smoke shit Hotter than bein' on the equator with a coat zipped Get your boat flipped I leave em capsized They smell the chronic in the air when I pass by I give em bad vibes But you know I flow butter Gave Steve Austin the stone cold stunner I took a shovel out and I buried The Undertaker Drop the scissors and attack rock with paper Lord Vader mixed with a little Darth Maul Pedal to the medal til the f*ckin' car stalls Adderall, Ritalin, LSD I'm meet you up in Webby's world Yo, follow me! [Chorus] I always got one eye open like a coked up Cyclops No time for sleep, not a day that the grind stops Kill a beat when I grab the mic, watch Connect more dots than a bag of dice got The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP Throw more kicks than Noob Saibot cause I rock Make time stop like the Prince of Persia Wanted in 47 states lyrical murder So believe the shit, I plead the fifth After I force feed a bulimic chick Swedish fish I'm an evil prick With some diesel pits Slaughter any competition that I'm beefin' with Beatin' Chris? Nah, not likely I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin' Givin' Satan himself this free promotion Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |