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I end the starters, I am the hardest artist to rock
I roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war, we carnivores that need to eat
Ain't running from ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ we ain't scared, you ain't gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper that (got shell catchers), won't be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I be the ♥♥♥♥ for sho'
Celph Titled in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' spot, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ get shot, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ will hit the flo'
When my above-the-margin thugs are bargin' in
Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge sparkin'
Often involved in carvin' apart kids in they apartment and
You can't see me from this angle (True)
But the torch on my arm will show you what a four-alarm blaze'll do
The Cuban-Caucasian dude, lacerations from sabretooths
My ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathin' suit