(lynch)
sick till i mothafuckin die!
let me get a little strange.
thing is dang kids you know thats what its for you know what i mean?
every time i hear some shit niggas sound more and more
like me. makes me wanna quit this shit
hold on ima do it like this

try to find me its like im chinese
somewhere in china they minor them niggas die easy
them niggas winers i make em red as the 49ers.
leave em dead cut off the head nigga im a potent rymer
im a pokish rifle give an eyeful im a sniper.
nobody like she cock back snaps like a viper.
im in to makin niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang
niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame
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im fifty one fifty mixed with cocaine toe-maine
poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same
im insane something stuck in my membrane its them thangs
tummy tuck em and then change clothes change shoes
range rove your brain froze
they lose they know
i could rip a nigga to smitherines
i snake when i slither in then ima get my bitch to get the keys
aint that a bitch that nigga sounds like a mini-me im tellin you

Chorus,

i heard that song before i heard it somewhere
no other rappers rap like the fo
is he an imposter i just want you niggas to know
you got a thin roster ima eat em up like shrimp lobsters
imposters

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