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better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
Panic room panic room
Tell me where's the panic room
I been floating off the booze
Hide the blow up in the souls of my shoes
Man I know how
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
on me so cruelly fool me thought she knew me but I'm split like Strange another half to me
Nine in the afternoon my eyes get gloomy head into my panic
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
to vicious Nazi reprisals against her people, trapped in a conflict that forced its way into their lives in a chaotic struggle amongst foreign soldiers,
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
wit me
By dis time day know that dat K wit me
I swear I stay high den a maple tree
I smoke all my weed outa maple leafs
I caught my 1st case down by
speak the lingo
Got some fans from the ginkgo
I do wrong, forgive my sins tho
Shoot that nigga Brendon now there's gon be Panic! At the Disco
I'm in
my sense a time or two
Weeks feel like days
Medicate in the afternoon
And I just want to know
Have you lost your footing, too?
I just pray that
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
the magnitude
I live by Latitude
But these niggas be acting rude
They come in multitude
They got fish for brains but I'm the Jude
It's lunch for afternoon
Sit
thong
You look like nia long
And I will toss your salad
And I got a long thing but
There's no need to Panic
At the disco I chimed in
Have you ever lived
When I get them goons, you in the afterlife by afternoon
My chopper tucked, man, I served that dust, my nigga served that food
Now I'm in my jail
the feelings of depression and sadness
Good afternoon
We're reporting live in the streets of the Bronx today
chronicling a deadly epidemic sweeping
time to live
Trying to keep the peace
What about me
But every seventh day
Now it’s my turn to play
Ice cold in the back of my car
Turn up those loud
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
was repping
But he wasn't, he went in panic
He did 15 years for being schizophrenic
If you don't believe me you can check the archive
About 9 years ago
and I'll show you what the result is
By interviewing myself live from Earth nine
While standing right here in front of your anxious eyes
Cuz see when I
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