Boss Hogs ! (feat. Dj 6Rings)

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Tha IronMantis

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Slaps family
Lyrical skills like
Oh my god
It's a barrage
It's not a mirage
I fit the facade
Straight out the garage
A mental massage
It's a minaj
Me and the beat
And the blunt and the scotch
About to get hot
And turn up the notch
Speakers a rock
All on your block
Blow up the spot
Rhymes that I drop
But seriously
No getting rid of me
I don't f*ck with the industry
I'm here with the people
We don't give a f*ck
About your conspiracy
Crime and rap
They got their own legacies
But soon you'll be begging me
Ease up on the level
We need more treble
You speaking to heavily
I walk with the bass
And move real steadily
Motherfuckers
Will never get rid of me
Leave you all casualties
Who want to battle me
Make you a tragedy
Family all mad at me
I'll send them condolences
F*ck up your eulogy
Then rap at your grave
Make them remember me
Spark of a real emcee
Load up my slugs
And spray up the scenery
Turn them into creamery
I'm spitting lugs
I do them like drugs
Discard them immediately
I smoke the greenery
Sip on the bourbon
I like the Blanton's
You emcees be camping
Like close the curtains
Here comes the mantis
First one to step up
Get laid on the canvas
Take them to campus
I'm forty two
A long time I've been at this
Producing music
Is now just a habit
I switch up my style
So the jackers can't hack it
I move with the beat
And you follow like magnets
I got you all shelved
You up in the cabinets
Like delicate china
Don't get broke into fragments
My kung fu techniques
Are complete and the fastest
Motherfucker I am the baddest
You taking a break
Well im moving past this
Work on your breathing
Take some more classes
You thought you could see me
But you need some glasses
Son put that mic down
You dwelling on past shit
Came with your best shit
Still got your ass whipped
I'm the boss hog
And you just got outlasted
Don't let your next move
Land you in a casket
You should stop now
Or this could get tragic
I move it's like magic
The ball I won't drop
I'll cross you over
Then shoot my shot
I'll take every measure
To remain on top
Me and six rings
Bring the fire nonstop
Slaps family
Got them styles and stars
They bring us together
From places real far
To pump out these tracks
That you bump in your cars
That make you feel lifted
Like floating to mars
Hell of euphoric
Like weed in these jars
Burning these trees
Restricted by sars
Straight to the face
Like all of these bars
Now who really want it
I'll give it no charge
My flow is all natural
I speak with the flame
I make these clowns shudder
When speaking my name
It's only a song
But it's never a game
Keep your head down
And you will remain
Because it ain't a thing for me
I'm untamed
To pick up a pen
Or freestyle
It's the same
From battle I gain
It's how I maintain
Feed off your pain
Your pride is to blame
They call me insane
For all of these bars
But I burn them all up
Like falling stars
I'd go thirty two
If I was charged
And all these emcees
Exposed as farce
This beat is real thirsty
And you looking parched
You're slowing your cadence
I'm ready to march
I got my gun loaded
You're about to get starched
I'll leave your ass cold
In the middle of march
I brought the drip
And it's wet like the ark
And all of my smokers
Are ready to spark
We love them good trees
That don't come from the bark
But still we be chief in
With drums in the park
I'll snatch out your soul
Leave you torn apart
You shouldn't have fucked
With my style from the start
This shit is benevolent
Some call it lost art
You see that my skill
Is the top of the charts (IUhh)
Aye aye aye (Slaps family)
Aye (Slaps family) aye

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