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Yo,
S to the D - SpeedDemon,
And SpiDD records presents…
Hmm,
Ha,listen,bitch,
I was born for music,for rap,for producing,
I can’t allow any kind of losing,
I’m holding the streets,I’m looking for my upgrading,
I’m a motherfuckin' misunderstanding,
I’m like a big fuckin’ tower,
I have fuckin’ power,
If you stay in damn shower,you still watching me,nigga,
My dick is bigger,than yours,
You can say only two words to displace the Speed D,
You are going to rest like a Kanye West without damn test for your fuckin’ success,
I’ve detected in press,
No time to regress due to this fuckin’ stress,nigga,
My car is Impala which costs lots of dollars,
I spit on rules,I forgot my lose,
There’s a damned police which are hating a peace,wants destroy the justice,
I’m gonna to risk,
I’m just insert old disk with track “Fuck The Police”
Turn up the volume,please,
I’ll build fuckin’ peace and get fuckin’ money to make my life easier than origami.

Hmm…I’m depending of money,
Look at me,bitch,I’m a motherfucka’ rich,
I’m rest at Brighton Beach,
You never reach me even in dream,
I’m like a sunbeam,
I’m a part of my team,bitch,they’ll teach you,
Oh,damned IQ,you’re so stupid like my dog,
In your head is damned fog,can you talk with me? No,
I wanna know how much time I’ll suffer from it,
Of course,you’re like a crap,like a damned shit,
Listen to my beat,crap-girl,
I’m worthy to be in a hall of my fame,but you not a same like me,like a Speed fuckin’ D,
What you know about me,whore,what? Oh,my story is short,
I was born at the streets,at my ghetto,
Drank amaretto,smoked a weed,always was in the lead, But you still be a kid,the little damned girl…

I don’t wanna to quarrel,
I’m just wanna run from this problems and continue my progress in rap,
Do you wanna “clap-clap”?
Oh,I don’t know what to talk to my homies about you,
You was showed at Bayview?
You’re famous bitch in the States,now I’m not hating you, You’re still a club girl for me,
I’m like a Big-E, I don’t worry about police,drugs,cash,
I can slash you few times according to my rhymes.
Maybe I’m a P.I.M.P, again,you don’t know me,
You don’t know how much costs all my life,my music,my name,
You’ll never be in hall of my fame,
You’ll not come to my concert,you can only to listen to Mozart,no more,
You’re simply a whore,uh,welcome to the church,sinner, You still have time to dinner,I can wait few fuckin’ minutes,
To check myself and get out of here,
I don’t wanna to hear you again,
Your words like a pain for me,
I really can’t see any ways to avoid you,
Fuck you,whore,fuck you!

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