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Rapcats can't fu** feat. Guilty Simpson
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#20,650 today Peak #436
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Byron Simpson (Guilty Simpson)
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March 05, 2014
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MP3 3.8 MB, 160 kbps, 3:19
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1st verse I puff blunts fatter than roseanne bar blow cigars love bad h*** with cars frozen bars freeze degrees are so low, my fans at the show could go play in snow, old man winter, hard like December spark at contenders and lay em all out play em all out f*** your agenda I'll put your fingers in a blender,no doubt I'll make a tec 9 sing like Gwen I call it miss stefani I'm so hot no man can sit beside me, I'm so live my songs heat it up like stove eyes, in a house party with the 45 similar to hurricanes when I blow by, rap cats can't f*** with me, or my homeboy LKB........... 2nd verse I smoke supreme weed and drink that henny, dudes get religious when they meet that semi, pleaze god don't let em kill me, I'm filthy that's why they call me guilty, LRG saggin rap assassin might clap ya captain and wack a hasbeen, 'cause this is a brand new day and I run it, whatever street sh** you claim and I done it, unruly so defiant my guns shoot wild like kobe bryant, I got warriors at the coney island, That'll body ya homey if ya homeys wiling, ya boys never heard of beef, I'm a wolf and you resemble a herd of sheep, f*** ya homeboy's rapping tough, you're wack as f*** so I'm gone smack 'em up...... let's go 3rd verse any rapper sicker than me is dead already, I'm damn sure ready to do my thing, I drank a mellow yellow and blew my green get it, they just talk but I live it, so vivid you'll get destroyed gifted at a party like the birthday boy, I got presence true hiphop in the essence, channel my aggression desert eagle with a black handle is the weapon threatening am I the best no question, don't ask my knuckles are brass,the rap games trash so I put em all in a bag, I tote mags for my enemies lurking flows are certain to close ya curtains, rap cats can't f*** with me, or my homeboy LKB! It's for the D!
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