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[Intro] What is the Question? [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Now when I see the man in the mirror I see an animal clearer The teeth look sharp, and and ain’t a man that’s much realer I do somersaults and flips with nunchucks like a ninja turtle I’m very bold, I’ll sell crack on an infomercial I tell you what, if I don’t get the props I deserve Imma leave you bleeding by the curb, and that’s my momma’s word Bank account, commas absurd Cause I sell specialty rap music, and sell out concerts My favorite spot in the sporting goods, is the hunting section They got slingshots and crossbows, and other types of weapons Camouflage vests, and fully stocked with the lead

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Next aisle over I can go fishing instead And to the fake ones, your salaries low Flow cornier than VH1 romance reality shows Y’all know, I used the body wash to clean my shotty off Cause its been catching back splatter from hacking through body parts [Verse 2: Deacon the Villain] A southern rebel that’ll leave your vital levels flat You won’t be hot until you die and give the devil dap You about as stupid as that pot that called the kettle black I be conscious rapping but now even Gepetto’s strapped Here to take the ghetto back, hush the whack stanzas Taking it back to when rapping was talk ‘tween Black panthers I’m Huey, Newton or Freeman, all of the above You ain’t even Huey Lewis, ain’t got no power or love

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And what’s sadder, you won’t touch rungs on Jake’s ladder Universally unworthy of time, space, or matter You hot as in anger, not as in magma Deac is Death Valley, You are A-laska I mastered the range, you mastered the lame And the day that you’re the flame, I’m the rain Strange [Verse 3: Natti] Big booty Twitter vixen, this is something tight [hot] Even make your main chick say she quite [hot] Some dumb reason say her prison be [hot] Fell her gaze blazing at you – laser beam [hot] Face is the bomb: body’s detonator [hot] We talkin’ black folk filled elevator [hot]

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Think its cool now? Fool later see us [hot] Every time you leave think you out being [hot] Stick to her, forgettin’ she’s gonna tell you hell is [hot] And she hope you go in summer when its even more [hot] Eyes even glowing terminator red [hot] Shit would be a past red dot beam [hot] Shoulder so cold make an igloo seem [hot] Pushing all the buttons make the topic seem [hot] This gold made cup make us sip so [hot] [Verse 4: Apathy] All these girls man they just want to sweat some starve But I don’t get gassed up like an electric car And I don’t need a ski mask to rob these bitches of they innocence I'm at the strip club, seducing seven Russian immigrants Single moms is so DTF I hit it, quit it, then report the bitch to DCF I’m so Bobby Brown, not the new edition days Never stop my ignorant ways Not as long as pimpin’ pays Ap's [hot] [Outro: Natti] In the strip club, all the dancers look [hot] Damn all the money stickin to ‘em, cause she [hot] Back sweat make em look [hot] *Laugh*

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