Tyson

I-20

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    [Talking: Mike Tyson]
    I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
    I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless champion there has ever been
    There's no one can stop me
    Lennox is a conqueror, no I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
    I'm the best ever.
    There's never been anybody ruthless
    I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, There's no one like me I'm from their cloth
    There is no one who can match me
    My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
    And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart I want to eat your children!

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    [I-20:]
    Uh
    Tell em that I'm back bitch, bury you like cat shit
    Bruce Wayne of this rap shit, yeah boy back shit
    Enough with all that wack shit, mediocure trap shit
    They say Three's Company and ye ain't doing jack shit
    I tell em get your bread in this bitch, get'cha toast up
    Back to the basket on the block, I'm finna post up
    Niggas talk that shooter shit, but they only super shit
    Niggas still sleeping on me, guess they on that groomvy shit
    Ridin' with a bouchie bitch, but she on some groupie shit
    Everyday's a movie nigga, we about to shoot a clip
    And I'll be back in 2 or 2, cause we about to do what it do
    All these faggots sound the same, so I call em Fruity Loops
    They don't want to go to war, I show em what the cannon do
    Bout to spit in summer time, welcome to the tanning booth
    Dealer got a bunch of snow, so this goin be a slient night
    Half these niggas got'cha gassing I put out'cha polit light
    Nigga ye ain't rhyming right, better have the time to write
    Sippin' on that syrup nigga, pull my...
    Give your girl a bunch of pipe, she call me the handyman
    20 got a bunch of bars, I guess you on the family plan
    Nigga I have master this, this is what a classic is
    Shit no competition nigga, this is just a masterclans
    Better yet a massacre, I got these niggas panicing
    And I just got the green light, time to bring the traffic in
    Yeah your boy back again, dealer spittin crack again
    You know a nigga packing heat, well tell them niggas pack it in
    And I'm a need my strap again, I ain't scared I let it sing
    And I don't need no fucking beam, cause we murder everything

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