Big Mama
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**** you, Frank

Big mama, selling narcota

How much do it cost *****? None, zip, nada

Run from policia, ain't no drama

Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina

Flow so pretty I would turn around and **** it

Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus

Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally

Pipe kids down with the black cane locally

Got a thick layer of bulls**t that covers me

Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel

Bust through your girl's vag canal

**** her in the ass, less humps than a camel yo

Riddle this fictitious little kiddo that rinses dishes

Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches

Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't s**t

Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races

When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cypher

Podium possess pet, keep it old school, like a type writer

Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider

Something like a king bombing on these Al-Qaedars

*****!

No, I'm just scanning a thin line

Between a piece of s**t and a battle of ill minds

I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes

But I can bend around the process and steadily incline

So when they ask, "Who am I?"

Make a death slow, and they feel the pain

And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I g

**** you, Frank

Big mama, selling narcota

How much do it cost *****? None, zip, nada

Run from policia, ain't no drama

Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina

Flow so pretty I would turn around and **** it

Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus

Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally

Pipe kids down with the black cane locally

Got a thick layer of bulls**t that covers me

Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel

Bust through your girl's vag canal

**** her in the ass, less humps than a camel yo

Riddle this fictitious little kiddo that rinses dishes

Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches

Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't s**t

Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races

When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cypher

Podium possess pet, keep it old school, like a type writer

Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider

Something like a king bombing on these Al-Qaedars

*****!

No, I'm just scanning a thin line

Between a piece of s**t and a battle of ill minds

I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes

But I can bend around the process and steadily incline

So when they ask, "Who am I?"

Make a death slow, and they feel the pain

And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I g

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