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Yeah, Fatal Rhyma in this, motherfucka
Straight from Russia
N-town, ya kno what it is
Let's do it
26 bars

[Verse:]

Siberian rap but my tongue gonna heated
Rhymes like a bullets get pull til I lit it
Bitch, take a seat and keep listen what I spittin
Am I so slow, motherfucka? I can speed it
Meet me in the trap, I'ma rep, motherfucka, for my city
While you sittin in the seat,
Imma glistenin in all season that the reason why I reppin
When I grew up, motherfucka got no steppin, (haha)
Ya kno,
I'm like a college kid, gettin knowledge quick, never stop in it
Gimme jam till I blast like a rocket ship
Den I might make your pockets big, ah (AHHHH)
Gotta few white girls, but they don't know how to ride a dick
From the back I'mma hit her with the hockey stick
Now she gonna need her a doctor and shit (AHHHH)
I got that shit, I'm on my whip, I've be chillin with that poppin shit
I'm on in my grindin, you can find me in the trip
With my goons gotta grip ain't no time for the sleep, ha
Hold up, what ya doin, mayn?
And I with dat crew, mayn
Fatal dat's my main name
And we ballin like a Kobe
Smokin weed like uhh and we got feelin (uhh uhh)
Like Kurt Cobain
Back to the streets with the skills, get ready for kills,
Bitch, let's doin same thang, yah! (yah yah)

Damn, fuck dat shit

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