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[Verse 1: Beats]
We come through throbbing like storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in under arms
I'm too explosive for ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in
Hodgy Beats is limp balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big
I got hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California
And I'm to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can this shit I'm on

Turn it up, where's the
the keys, yeah
Turn it up, the bass?
the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the
you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga the bass?
the drums

2]
Pink chinchilla, something thrilla
My are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, the loser
I don't choose to win, but I choose her
Her kitty-cat fish his tuna
I never use a fork I always her
Go nuts, flow much
European model white is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm a fat bitch
Making shit come I'm go-go gadget
I'm mental, instrumental
Make bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas colored pencils

3]
Yo, gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug teachers
I've got calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, is Regis?
Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm
Murdered bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so