CHORUS
ok her we go
ya boy kenny t n im smokin on tha dro
mans da savyuh ey chipmunk ill blaze ya,
ur head had a war wit a razor (x2)
forehead? mor like 5head
ill leave u n ur mom 4 dead
i got so much street cred, best thing since sliced bread
ill have a party n slice u up like sliced bread
in my shed i write deez rhymes
in my bed i fly kites 5 times
off my desk i snort deez lines
cut man up wit both my nines
too many crimes ive commited
ull commit suicide when i am finished
ull be diminished like the food on my side dish
on that i have fish, fish like ur mom n thats who im tryna diss
ur mum is so fat, ur mum ur mum
i banged dat bish like a drum, dum
n had her face red like a plum, plum
ull be living in the slums, slums slums slums.....
CHORUS
im swagged up top notch
ill leave ur mommy touchin ma crotch
always on time cuz of my casio watch
leavin man ded when they see ice on it
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