Cassidy - Exhibit Lyrics

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call me Cass the hustla, or Cass the governa,
Cast the muthafucka that gets cash from customers,
Cass be puffin that smoke,
call me Cass the muffler, Cass'll cut your throat with
the knife, slice your juggla,
Cass to much for yuh, Cass is a couple of cars short
from full deck, he'll brake your neck,
Cass will tussle yuh, but wont Michael Buffer yuh
(lets get ready to rumble),
Cass enough for yuh, its nothin to put up my hands
and straight knuckle you, ill ride out like a trucka
do, you're too weak for Cass ill beat your ass if i
dont fuck with you, box you and knock you the fuck
out! Chris Tucker you, you a sucka you do the shit
that a sucka do, you a bitch like your wife and she
a sucka too! i got my pipes i can fuck her too,
while she still fuck with you,
your wife is biting my peanuts too,
she lick that whole i be peeing through,
she said if you dont use your tongue she never cum
when she sleep with you, she keep starin at me like
the Mona Lisa do, she said she wanna go home and do
what grown people do, "i cheat with you cuz my man
cant compete with you, you look better got a bigger
dick and you eat it too" true,
i should be sleepin in a freakin zoo,
this an animal you speakin too,
ill ether you, you can burnt up fast like a joint of
reefa do, what you make in a year i make in like a
week or two, i stay fresh like kids on Easter do,
thats why i get more bitches than queen Latifah do,
pounds of weed i used to keep a few,
i made deliveries and made cheese like dominoes pizza
do, please, you say you touch keys like Alicia do,
but only grab four and a half,
we dont believe its true, i get Franklins like a reather
do, you be out on the strip just to keep your outfit
and your sneakers new, pete stew called me today and
said what you waitin on? Swiss sent me a twitter said
what you waitin on? Swiss without you they said i couldn't
make a song, thats why im in the booth with a chef
hat and an apron on, even though i go hard like a park
bench, im still fly like Clark Kent when his cape is
on! im the rapper that every rapper is hatin on,
cuz i do it big like biz when he did the vapor song,
melo hit me every hour on the dot like "when you gunna
drop that mixtape? you takin long" every time i turn
the radio station on, al i hear is nonsense no lyrical
content, im saving hip-hop go online and read the comments,
i know it aint my job to save it but i feel obligated,
listen my competition gettin abominated,
and the top spot spot is gettin confiscated,
it aint complicated, yall aint ready for this pressure
we about to apply, (yall aint ready),
we makin hard for you rap nigkkas to breathe, (larceny,)

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