SPIT ur [shiit] n' "GeT" back /quick/

If I could I'd live in a studio
The location is not for you-to-know
Cuz I'm ducked off like a Osama
If I could vote I woulda said Obama
I'm an arms dealer, supplying armored tracks
I need my own hall away from other honnored cats
To show case my fame, and by big ass ego
While all you *****s watch me in TiVo
I hope every ***** wanna be me
Cuz yall aint neva gonna see me
Yall gonna have to rise like Zachius
Get up in trees just to see us
But you still aint comming to my house today
Try to get in and ima kick you out today
And you put out more hate than water from a fountain
I could pile up my haters and have a whole mountain
**** what you think cuz you got a one track mind
All you think about is anything that's mine
My songs, my lyrics, my art, my poems, even my ****
You would eat a pile of crap if I said it was my ****
And if I ever stop writing you can consider me dead
Then you can go put a bullet into me head
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