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Lyrics

Look I cut through all the bullshit
My tongue is raised and sharp
Ya'll tryna leap higher but I'll raise them bars
I'm in mars yeah right, I'm mental
I'm one painful fuck like the first of our horse
Power through like muscle cars, accelerated happiness
Man I'll hustle hard cuz it's all about my business
Blowing chips, blowing cars everyday feels like it's christmas
You workin' day job while I make out with your misses
I take out all the dishes cuz my take out is delicious
Different flavour but in riches, that flavour some major's breakfast
My verse is so addictive, baby crack and tryna get it
Your bitch is cosmetic, you're hilarious like cedric
Your shit is sympathetic, loosing sense like nousea
Still the drama rapper loosing mind like a meteor
Life is harder times but then nothing else is easier
So I just put my dick in your brains and get pissed ya

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I ball so hard, my vision concrete
Nobody knows ya'll go ahead blame it on me
Salute on my haters, thank you for hatin' on me
I hit the stage once, fame made up all week
Like a hindu mofucka, you would have want beef
Could never stand up to me like japanese
Stop please, you better obeying the pot head
Cock please your bitch love giving me a hot head
I'm cookin' all the shit in here like the top chef
Left you at the bottom movin' on to the top self
If the best were alive I would bring PAC help
Still Bigge's death would be heart felt
And still Diddy's best would be garbage
YMCMB would proally never hit the market

Rest of ya'll artist, you messed up retarted
I'm breathlessly heartless bring the devil his heartache

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I get deeper than the ocean
Fly higher than the nousea
Sickest than the illest person, way hotter than lava
I'm easy cuz I do me, ready with the notion
Really gritty as I flow in semiautomatic motion
I'm colder than the poles or the himalayan range
We ain't playin' our aim is to rearrange the game
Spit flames to your friends till you burn under ashes
Cuz you lack of clear vision, geek without glasses
Look, you must be doomed if you ain't heard of us
Buddha is here to promote peace to all the murmurous
I don't rap, I practice magic like Saucerors
Life is a sentences, just is to murderer

I'm know as EB, like a burger cuz
All you rappers together could'nt murder one of us
You can't beat this shit, nobody touching us
Plus the girls you tryna hit wanna fuck with us

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