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Get the kicker, I beg to differ I sip the hawk venom, out of a pitcher Feel like the Quiskter, fast like a fisker Who made the beat shout out that boy Cliiiford They say, close your mouth, I'm running it off Track meet, on the beat, and the pen’ll be gone I'm feeling devine, kill kind, you outta line Pull up with a nine, with a fridge full of ice She wanna feast with the meat of the mind I'm bout to poker face, with the sharpest pine She wanna this dick in the wind, she a fool Y'all stink like the skunk from the Looney Tunes Every villain is lemon, but a nigga sour It's okay doe, I'm making pesos Get out my face hoe, flex on a Nigga like a protein shake, though I'm still Black Vegeta, don't doubt Or deceive me, shit is easy, feeling Queasy, nut on this beat, I be never teasing Bitch, I'm an shock you, look like a Pichu Pull up on your block, saying very nice to Meet you, back, and I'm bad, and it feel Like a reboot, running again, and Again, and I'm fend to defeat you, uh [Verse 2: Tokyo's Revenge] Letras de canciones [Verse 3: MASTAMIIND] I slice out ya Wi-fi, now you don't got no bars Come at your house, with the dicks, pause And put it in your mouth like a porn star Grind on that bitch, like some parkour Blow you away like a cyborg She wanna gentleman, I don't Open the door for her, and I'm Too good, like a five star, you Getting cut off the landline To the point the bars you spitting Dial back, like star 69, when I feel divine I'm a put knife in ya eyelid, nice But an nigga never kill with kindness When the killing the feeling Definitive winning, the ridding Of idiot, nigga run independent in I'm a get up in, percentage of entity Give her the remedy, killing it Kinda of the king pin, diminish it Then I finish it, watching like Ben Tennyson, feeling the pen Pinning, I belong in the dog pen And an nigga been all sent, and I'm never The calm nigga, I'm over the line nigga My nigga I got bars, the beat is the bartender, I'm done From Letras Mania