Mufukka I crack backs like fat, laxed masseuses/
Name a cat matched my juices/ He explosive as asth-mat-tic fuses/
My fuckin label wear hazmats and suits cuz/
They know I'm fuckin ill but I pay the fuckin bills/
I paint pictures lemme state another still/
I'm the base brick of the basement that impervious to dynamite/
Call me Scott pippin bitch I'm nice when I'm behind the mic/
Get up in my line of sight and red dots for head shots/
I been the kinda type let feds cop my last drop/
Matter fact let em burn it man they can't see me/
Supply me with an alibi while I go and steal some blank cds.
spyder brings good things in his departure
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