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[Verse 1] I'll smack your bitch and crack her ribs with a stack of bricks Ask her kids for an evaluation after it My fashion's sick, remove the sleeves from the jacket bitch Goodwill supplies the low prices so I'm actin rich Throw cash and shit at rachet chicks for their ass and tits Stay on acid trips but never falling cause I balance it I battle quick, hit a nigga forty times Recording rhymes, distorting minds, supporting crime with swords and nines Imported wines from foreign vines poured in diamond glasses Ignite and pass it, I write the classics (GOLDCHAIN) I'm getting bored so I gotta switch the flow up I throat fuck your bitch with her nose plugged Till she throws up (oh yuck) I think it's time for the hook I rhyme for the crooks Bitch I rhyme for the crooks [Hook x4] All my friends juggle, you can call us juggalos You can call us juggalos [Verse 2] Rap game Dr. Seuss I drop the roof on my convertible spaceship bitch I bought the moon One hundred mill is pocket change I rock a chain more expensive than Obama's plane We are not the same I'm in the highest tax bracket With a fat packet of rolling papers getting blasted with my hat backwards Surpass standards of the rap masters Tell the best rapper that his career's in its last chapters The lyrical prowess You hear when I shout this Is dope enough to kill off any fucking spirit around it I'm here and I'm grounded Permanent in the game till I'm famous I'll sell my soul to the devil if my lyrics can't claim it I think it's time for the chorus I rhyme words with orange Bitch I rhyme words with porridge [Hook]