"Kick In The Door"
'Til the day they burry Jon
I'm probably on marathons
Yeah, I'm feeling myself
Here's something I never miss
They compare me with Barry Bones
I scream: fuck you!
Then carry on!
I got bitches in every city
A gift from the fairy God
I ain't kissing bitches
They better kiss frogs
I'll make you move like I made the roof, nigga
I'm acting, wtf am I supposed to say [?]
And a few haters, you smack them
And then you make them take it back
Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
I'm from a city with real killers
We will kill you
And I don't brag about the murder rate
Cause that'd hurt my state, Michigan need me
This verse'll be my murder case
I burn the place, you don't believe oh?
Well you gon' learn today, haters turn to fake
Now they makin' the PeeWee Herman face
Fuck you if you with them, what I'm gon' do with them?
I feel like Terrio, I feel like 'oooh kill 'them
I feel like you bitches wear it if the shoe fit it
Only thing on my mind is money and a new fitted
I never ask a bitch who's it
'Cause they be quick to say 'you' but on the low be fuckin' two niggas
See I remind you of the golden age, how I can go for days
And I control the stage
You nigga don't even know my pay
They say I'm on my way
I feel like I'm already home
I've been ready since the sensational [?]
Talk about the future of music and how I would do it
I wanted to prove it and make the Jews look stupid
Yeah I love his game
And his game loves me too
No, I don't run now, I outrun niggaz
Outdone to the point you don't question the outcome
After this kind of season
I see it, just watch the [?]
Another one, salute from Michigan
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