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    Feast on, cheap flows
    Marshawn, I’m beast mode
    Enter, cheat code
    Full court’s now a free throw
    Show stopper, Tivo
    My keyboard just makes C notes
    I’ll wild out like Steve-O
    Y’all kneel down like Tebow
    I step back and I kush trees
    My bad I meant kush 3’s
    I’m lookin’ back when I’m burnin’ G’s
    You so soft, you’re a Ferbie
    Me and my dawgs make such noise
    And chew toys of you sus boys
    Toss the rock and I run for it
    You bitches suck on your thumb for it
    I take it and run with it, like I’ve been handed it
    Looking to follow the blockers ahead of me
    Truckin’ the enemy, Bitch
    I might make a movie the way that my team is directing me
    Keepin’ me healthy like feedin’ me celery
    No TV until I eat what’s in front of me
    Not even if you committed a felony
    You’d get these kind of bars comin’ this rapidly

    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg

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    Striking like the phantom has risen
    They don’t even realize that I hit ‘em
    Lookin’ at my watch it’s been a minute
    Since I’ve gone in like a menace
    The ladies are diggin’ that I’m a musican, woa
    Sorry ‘bout the competition, bro
    Tellin’ me that I should listen, no
    I could tell you what you’re missin’, though
    I can pretend it, or I could mean it
    Either way I could get you to believe me
    That would be easy, you’re just a hiccup
    I’ll keep you holdin’ your breathe ‘til you leave us
    Better hope that they don’t loosen my muzzle
    If you get too close to me you’re in trouble
    I’ll come in chompin’ down, down
    Lookin’ for somethin’ that easily crumbles
    Coolin’ on that speed limit, what you in a rush for?
    Your face is caught up in them rocks
    Call you Mount Rushmore
    You say you in the fast lane
    So what you take the bus for?
    I think your stop is comin’ up
    The hell you on my street for?
    Lookin’ at me like you know all about me
    But my question is, why the hell are you doubting?
    I’m gaining that credit, shout out to accounting
    And slowly I’m gaining more assets surrounding me

    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg
    Fuck with me dawg, Fuck with me dawg

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