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Makaveli in the booth spitting heat 
Capsaicin in my belly chew these mc chickens like they peri peri
You a'int never seen a supervillain cook like

good cause they doing the most
When I walk I'm walking with 10 toes
When I rap I'm rapping with 10 flows

and your bitch on my body come get those
Maybe

chick boy I'm smooth like butter
Pedal to the metal I promise I won't let up
Shoutout to the real ones that told me keep my head up
Walking with a hand

with the phone it’s 5 bill by 1 now he feeling in he’s zone n he ringing up he’s guy like he’s doing alright I got a monkey Ima tell you what’s it doing

stay calm retain moisture we're in the final hour
And they lost like hippy chicks staring at a boy poster
Wake up you're blinded by the backdrop

and money up by the point when he was giving you a cabbie ride
Crack head you doing crowds like a brack head
Crack head get on my top like a black head
You

light up the haze
I think she knows my face 
Big back, she rotate like oh my days
Chit chat nah no way she knows my ways
I'ma link her at seven be home by

a chicken a mandi more
For our leaders make we nah lead us well
So that our hand work go feed us well
We go dey pray, every night and day
God bless

trap

All I know is to trap 
Posted up with the strap 
Nigga play with my money
That hollow play with his cap

All I know is to trap 
Trap trap trap

All

the stems
Keep my buds, resisting my enemies
And kill them by ten, with ease
My head is so freaking lucid
This kid used to freak the loose chicks
And shit

(hair)
Not exactly the prescription to
Get chickens getting bare
And acne I wasn't exempt
I had dots on my face
Looking like a 'ssassination attempt
But

lighting up glassy eyes 
Everyone gets a high five
If you give into the hive mind

I'm that bitch with a little bit of stubble
You're that bitch who's living

by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers

Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers

We will fight for

to whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers 

Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers 

We

a chance to blast the bet 
Breathing like a sound effect, stressed like a rasta vexed
Who cannot find the grass to get, so he takes a faster step 
Trapped by

Girls got me acting sad

[Verse 1: Tyson]
Man could this day get any worse
My side chick left me in the middle of writing this verse
You broke my heart, I

tricking if you got it What I got bitch you can't get it
Need a chick that got her own man I hate these broke bitches
And they all get so defensive you ain't

charcters from all your favourite books.
And it's gonna be written and told by Figgkidd - your favourite storyteller.

So get ready.
Don't be scared, all

muddy
Folding hands praying to God
I hope that God love me still
Still I go sinning but yet I’m winning repentance from leading chicks into chickens

to leave her
In the past like all of my beat up sneakers
Said she a eater but I can no longer feed her
Call her Anita now ooohh I feel like Smino
But on my

She ain't the main chick
But she's stayin' hopeful (Hopeful)
And she go insane, you should
See her bust it open, Yeah
Messin' up the covers (Covers)
We

can feed my habit
I saw this guy at a ATM, now it's time to chase that dragon
Ran up on this vato as he gets close to his car
I was in full stride

might have you back by the end of the night
I been back and forth
But if you're sure
Let's go for a ride

Conflict gets me off, there's nuttin' to it
I'm

listen to drake
These raps are hitting like Frazier's left
A rhythm that slays, rats, snitches, and fakes
Get smacked, stitched up, and sprayed
After that,