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PAPA GLOCK lyrics : "It's On"

Punk (*##$ say he got an ak
But He aint about that gunplay
Tie his punk $$# up and leave em out on the runway

Im hungry,and this lunch lady lookin pretty ugly
See his !@$)got $$# walkin hand in hand with his hubby
(*##$es love me, your rubbish, and im taking out the trash

I dont know why you claim money when you got no cash
Am i too fast? For your little brain and whack clothes
I said i serve the beef up and you told me you want those

Now the doors close, you talk to much with these guys hoes
Now youre exposed for the (*##$ you really are
Your flow is so jealious your $$# belongs in a jar

Im prettyfar, from taking this %#@! personally,
You dont got %#@! on me cause i will end you in a verse you see
Its a curse to me, but you wish you had this blessing

Maybe this is proof to find abetter one whos into messing

You say you want beef but in private you dont want this

You use old material cause you dont know how to get dissed
You say your gathering evidence cause your calling the cops snitch
When im finished on my songs ima leave your $$# done (*##$

Cause youre a dumb (*##$.. Leave your $$# done (*##$

$#&@in infamous because your only known for gettin stomped out

You got yourself into this now ima show you what im bout
Theres no way out, theres no $#&@in escape
Ima show you $#&@ing with me was a $#&@ing mistake

So what you wanna say? You say youre signed to a label
But im still yet to see the talent that you bring to the table
$#&@in scandle, you burnin both ends of the candle

Beef is what you want goof i say thats a can do
Lemmie show you whats real and prove why im too much to handle
You claim to have a deal? Man who the $#&@ would sign you?

I can rhyme too, but i dont need no $#&@in dictionary
I dont claim to be a thug and play some pixie fairy pictionary
Your rhymes are fiction-ary, i will take on your hole $#&@ing (*##$ club

Show all you fake thugs whats it feels like to get dissed up
Cause now im pissed off im done with your whack flows on clown beats
Get your name ticked off and say bye bye to mr clown feet

Your lunch meat and im gunna kick in your front teeth
And we'll see how tough you are when my dicks all you gon eat

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