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I got it on the block, so see me pump it up (pump it up)
And I don't see no block, so try to top it off (top it off)
And you can never stop me, no, I got 'em tough (I got 'em tough)
Don't wine above me, so try to, try to top me off

I have this sick, as fascination with assassination, fast and patient, blasting every human as a gasination (?I guess the nation?)
It's just adult, so what you'll get when I test you closer, rolls the best like a past, resting in a testarossa.
Mess your nose up and rip it for this, yeah, I'm never nervous, every service happens to have weapons in your epidermus.
Promise, my rhymes is always twisted, like a dansing corvus, and I'm a purpose, I'm cold like a fancy (?termis?).
Blank determines this status, fun to be a mental twist, handle this, although my dental (?waiting?) on my mental list.
Scandal on a random list, I vandal fundamentalist, a candle lit for those, who listen gentle instrumentales.
When my soul release you can then make me go, please. Liricly I'm so fat, that I'm clinicaly obeast.
And gimmicks will hold these tracks typicaly in cool bease. I'm faking awaken I'm checking a snake, so please.

I got it on the block, so see me pump it up (pump it up)
And I don't see no block, so try to top it off (top it off)
And you can never stop me, no, I got 'em tough (I got 'em tough)
Don't wine above me, so try to, try to top me off

I'm on like Malibu, your ball is fully multivaliable, my words will (???) a bolt and cap a ball, just like a calibre.
Reactor powerfull, blasting your cheese, why don't you care the bull, bully character, calicle passing with (???).
Life is just a riddle in middle looking for Little Italy, like brutal lady, who'd settle sucking a fiddle.
Stuck in (?cammidle?) of two, as they tell you "no, you better pause, cause these bitches know Imma fuck you, like they are walking through on menopause".
When I bust, i mill like cancer, I'll have another pill of dill, another rouncer. I (?plicker?), I'm absurd and spill the ouncer, exert on security and kill the bouncer.
The more I drink, the more results in me now walking straight, like my core (?reselt in?).
I just drank a bottle of vodka, like Boris Yeltsin and oh my god, I think the floor is melting. (LET'S GO!)

I got it on the block, so see me pump it up (pump it up)
And I don't see no block, so try to top it off (top it off)
And you can never stop me, no, I got 'em tough (I got 'em tough)
Don't wine above me, so try to, try to top me off

Just let it smacking for spectacular, smack it for the immaculate, evacuate, you're hardless, I'm guard, like a (?penetracular?).
You suck it, I gotta back you up? Up in the (???) becoming a villain, I'm feeling to go with the floor, I be killing dirty, I vacuum up.
I hold heavy bars, like a was full of roids. Blank, the only time you see me still is in polaroids.
I murder fakes in front of fakes, you're next as I kill, as I step on your head and wash your brain like an extasy bill.
Surburbians trying next to be hood or you're just being based on corney, like mexican food.
Blank is a dick, when he's polisillabit, you fuck with me once and fall at your silabit.
I'm deep with the vocals like (???) Vince Holmes, but I can put a hole on the bottom of your ride, like Flintstones.
The ones, that love me, probably hate me too, 'cause I'm too sick, like some Orlean waiting rooms.

I got it on the block, so see me pump it up (pump it up)
And I don't see no block, so try to top it off (top it off)
And you can never stop me, no, I got 'em tough (I got 'em tough)
Don't wine above me, so try to, try to top me off

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