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[intro]

well at least he was smart enough not to rap about him
you ain’t got no tears n_gga
you got b_tterflies you tried to coverup with l.a. tats

[chorus]

i’ma get at you guaranteed i been spitting for ya
ayo this f_g shake his ass for a couple dollas
i murder mics man this that massacre 2
even you know your career was basically through

[verse 1]

i chuck lidell on tracks
when i spell it smell like crack
hang you lil d_cks upside down like bats
who the face of l.a?
had to get ya b_tterfly covered up with l.a
you the waste of l.a
get blast up in l.a
face down ass up in l.a
you the crocodile hunter, i am the stingray, making my day
onе blood? more like michael jackson gеts rid of one glove
like i threw a snail at him
get hit with one slug
one six foot hole dug
one punch?
never happened playa hush ya self and if it ended a career you must of punched yaself
ron jeremy ass n_gga, put ya d_ck in ya own mouth and suck yaself, bust yaself
so you can cum harder my oblongata is the fire starter
don’t make me none
jayceon when i have beef i serve filet mignon
don’t make me do it to ya jt, cause i’ll overdo it
push your head in more combinations than a f_cking rubix
tongue ring queen lived in the burbs
he that black h0m_ dude from “revenge of the nerds”
got signed to aftermath, dre dropped you twice
then only clown to sell three mill and get dropped again, ahoa
no doctors advocate, boy stranded on geffen and still ain’t learned his lesson
lying to the press and internet thug
its all good n_gga in the end after you flop
i’ll still invite you to be my mysp_ce friend
[chorus]

i’ma get at you guaranteed i been spitting for ya
ayo this f_g shake his ass for a couple dollas
i murder mics man this that massacre 2
even you know your career was basically through

that first song was a jab, this is part two of my trilogy feature
i promise number three is ether
his only defense, i ain’t said nothing new
but just because you already exposed don’t make it any less true
this n_gga life story switch like the b_tterfly effect: get the picture?
just answer “yes” or “no” n_gga, are you a stripper? (yes)
went from crip to blood, we call that transformer
that man’s a former deuce bigelow man wh0rea
call him “hurricane game” cause he shake it like a saltshaker
drop it like its hot, chippendale change of heart maker
plus ya shoes ain’t sellin’, you ain’t no felon
guaranteed bottle service when i break yo melon
you ain’t from no hood, got b_tch slapped by suge
n.w.a.? you’s a h.w.a., “ho with a attitude”
confusing banging with ballet
catch him outside the club take his car away like valet
got eazy_e tatted on ya arm b_tch
his own son, lil eazy from compton even said you a varmint
rat ass n_gga murk him on some calm sh_t
plus my swags funky like serena williams armpits
ahh, made it through the h_llhole
your hood is glendale to melrose, look at this black tickle me elmo
remember the time you rapped exactly like shyne
didn’t even know this n_gga and he shouts me out in rhymes like:
[skit]

[the game]: “yeah this k!lla cali life is a mothaf_cker”
[ras kass]: “n_gga you from lancaster”
[the game]: “n_ggas hoppin off a lax’s can’t wait to see the sunshine”
[ras kass] “shut up n_gga”
[the game]: “y’all must think it’s all chips and championships in l.a. i got n_ggas from san diego all the way to the bay”
[ras kass]: “who you got?”
[the game]: “e_40, dre, tash, ras kass”
[ras kass]: “who?” (hahaha)

[verse]

i get it you my stan gone bad miss me
dave chapelle lost episode, this n_gga’s my pixie
so i’mma stay on game like the referee
you lucky i’m on parole i been put steel in ya soul
throw ’em to the wolves let the street divide ya
american me that boy is prison v_g_n_
and f_ck if interscope created you
big face done made you
50cent filleted you
stupid, you played you
jimmy can’t save you
when i stick my whole arm through ya chest like chris angel
no love when i turn in ya clock and flavor flav you
no crip or blood when i gang bang you
i’m able to hop out gt’s extra crisp
spit green sh_t like possessed b_tch in “the exorcist”
ho’s i f_ck swear i got the extra d_ck
my p.o. is healthy, my tec is extra sick
and since you tried to promote your record off me pal
“eat or die” the new album in stores now
get real n_gga
pistol grip pump?
n_gga you’s a high heel pump
yeah, “eat or die” the new album in stores now
f_ck this f_ggot!

[chorus]

(g) i’ma get at you guaranteed i been spitting for ya
(a) ayo this f_g shake his ass for a couple dollas
(m) i murder mics man this that massacre 2
(e) even you know your career was basically through

fake blood!

[outro]

(?) a little (?) ball of clay
you should see what the f_ggot can’t do today (b_tch n_gga)
(?) you get hit with the 7 5 tray(?) (b_tch n_gga)
we’ll talk (?), just make my day (b_tch n_gga)

_sample & spoken word_

- ras kass

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