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[Chorus:
I'm lyrically so dangerous, yeaa
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems
Ya'll I'm so dangerous. mmmm
You don't no problems, you don't want no problems

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of with a yellow complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys up
Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on every verse just got the bubble guts

Haha, up
Ludacris they are Ludacris think I'm luda
Rep the dirty all across the world I it
Suafist and a hollow point ya head
ya get the point it don't really matter who ya is
Nowadays be snitching and they so smooth
Defaquit your like it's pro tools
Sposed to keep it real but they you
Know you get the blame when the is who he spoke to
Diabolical shoot at your and your molecules
Into how you really thinkin I'm a lose
Comical only reason I'm a move
They'll anounce that I made a like obama news
3 stories but the truth really never
3 stories in the condo I never
Who I goota to get a bomm docks episode
With shakira shaking what she got in a robe
Play no games like I got a token
My money just be going through the motions
Give me my jim carey mask I'm smokin
Always bein a what the hell is a promotion
Anything less than the best is
Gold toilest I be pissing a sultan
I hope ya got I leave ya broken
I'm bout the mic I see the lizard and I show him

Da 5'9":]
I went from eating top ramen to being top
Check of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now it's ya bow down in [?]
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, [?] girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
[?] to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it the ghetto
in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know what waiting for
I ain't finna say nothing, the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
And his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing to say, you're not nice okay

I:]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, [?] to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This ain't work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan