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"Beat Jackin 2011"

[Hook 1 x2: Julius Luciano]
Now this is that Horseshoe shit, you fuckin' with us? Of course you is
If you not, that's unfortunate, we'll take your shine and that whore you with

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Okay, I'm ahead of my time, I'm passed my clock
Sorta like a spastic, I spazzed a lot
Got a short fuse, in fact it's too short
Like my nigga from Oakland or the lifespan of Pac
Talk shit, get up in your [?]
But I don't fight lames, tell Dice pass the Glock
Right past your block, clap clap
Then I'm in a hotel, [?]
High at the top floor with a whore
I stand Ciroc, I smash the twat, so I'm asked to stop or
She climax, put a few flicks in my iPad to watch
I got it locked, we a different creed
No rock band, but my band'll rock
Y'all don't know what to do, say you untouchable
Okay nigga, but your wife ass is not
Yeah, my swag is winter meanin' the temperature is that of December
Cold, I'm finna expose faggot pretenders
You marvel at my crew, [?] call us Avengers
I battle anybody no matter the gender
I'll serve the chick then I'm happy to bend her
Don't clash with me, I got an axe to swing at your family tree, then I'm shoutin' out timber
You all might wanna ease on back, you stealin' my fresh, I'm a repo that
Yeah I'm in the building and my flow is concrete meanin' too hard to sleep on that
Understand I'm a nigga from the slums, walk to the beat of a difference to the drums
Y'all splittin' when I come, I'm like Obama gettin' elected, I make niggas wanna run

[Hook 1 x2: Julius Luciano]

[Hook 2: 50 Cent sample]
If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got? [x3]
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I'm sellin' sentences, I syllable slang when rhymin'
Silly willy, I should be in an insane asylum
My favorite sort of entertainment is mainly violence
Blaze the iron, they gon' chill in the Cayman Island
A crazy tyrant, dismanglin' lames that's flyin' off at the mouth
I should be caged, but can't tame this lion
Yeah, since I exceed the expectations, the rest hatin' mumblin' under your breath, save it
When techs waitin', it's game over, checkmate bitch
Expect to see blood when I shoot, I'm West cravin'
And once my chrome blast, I'll take a rag and get rid of prints
Like when the artist was formerly known as
Y'all niggas is flammable, y'all so gas
Y'all flow is a waste, y'all a waste, y'all so trash
I have your bitch on her knees like she tryin' to beg
At full throttle, have her gobblin' my bottom head
You got a problem nigga, holler, you gon' swallow lead
Take multiple shots as if you got a hollow head

[Hook 2: 50 Cent Sample]

[Hook 3: Demetrius Capone]
I just don't give a fuck, I just don't give a motherfuck
This C.O.B

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Take a photo of me fuckin' your bitch, picture me givin' a fuck
My dick literally lives in her guts, now she in love
I think my dick's a gift and a cuss word
She came first like she was risen from the Genesis dust
You broke niggas live on a bus
I talk down to you niggas and you listenin' up
My flow is why you need to piss in a cup
If the fuzz kicked in the front do', my flow is the shit you should flush
I'm cold as hell, hell I'm even colder
Because I'm cold as hell, el nino pneumonia
You'll be cold as hell, when hell freezes over
You know what, I'm LB's Deebo, I told ya
We might tag team your family reunion
Me and a bad piece that look like Gabrielle Union
Blaow, blaow, blaow, leave your family in ruins
But if the bitch gets shot, I'll bag me a new one

[Hook 3: Demetrius Capone]

[Hook 4 x5: Kenny]
Nigga, nigga this is COB bitch

[Verse 4: Kenny]
Yeah, I switchblade a pricks ribcage
You lower than weak, I'm a call you 6 days
When it comes to Macs, we got more 11's than 6th grade
You a female housekeeper, bitch made
The one prick's is unfit to run with
My stomach's still rumblin' but I munch cliques by the hundreds
With chicks, I don't discriminate one bit
In fact, I'm currently fuckin' a 6 point 6 sextillion ton bitch
I'm in these streets so much, they swear that I'm homeless
Beware of the omen, barin' my soul and scarin' opponents
Your career is temporary like every emotion
Name your favorite rapper, I bet that they're in my colon
You might catch me one day in a Flying Spur while I'm rollin'
Then in another car the next day, that was just the spur of the moment
Bet your life when I let off, the.44 ends it
For instance, leave you stiff for forensics
You claim you got it but you ain't got shit (stop it)
We quarterbacks, we go off in pockets (drop it)
Niggas can't (stop it), niggas only (pop shit)
Niggas never (pop shit), but nigga this is COB bitch

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