100 bars livin like stars/Be like game drivin fancy cars/My life be rough/Never been tough/Til those silly niggaz came out the buff/But they think they've done everything and seen stuff/Let me be blunt/Like a baseball bat/Imma do baseball and bunt/Your head/leave you for dead/Truely been said/Imma lay you 6 feet under ya bed/Let the blood color bleed/Red/This is gonna be longer then Officer ricky's funeral/End you like the show My name is Earl/And they call me the copy machine becuz i keep paper/and its so gangsta the way tha funds stack up/I spend it get low and always come back up/I'd be like young jeezy/but i'd end up like lil weezy/A swag jocker/Imma shove you like a freshman in your locker/I'd say the word nigger/But i aint a stock block stiger/My lyricz are hard/I aint 50 (age) but i can still call you a card/I dont rock nothing but DC/And the rap game aint shit without PimpC/and i'm like snoop Dee Oh Double G/And i could be like Ice-T/Straight up O.G./Or i could call you mike jones and be a cuddy buddy/But i aint no dudes buddy nuddy/Or i could call ya Soulja Boy/But he's just Jbars boy toy/Or i could call you Twista/But i want you to diss back not tongue split ya/My president is black/Hes even half white/so y'all hating niggaz can go bitch n fight/whine all night/But my president is black simple and so tight/I'm like a mad lib/but my lyricz are disgustin so go get a bib/You aint real/So fake that you gotta steal/My lines/While im rich eating at fine dines/I'm like charles hamilton im gonna release another dope track/So far from perfect but im so dope and im back/I got bling/So damn rich like fantastic 4 im the thing/Life is my race and i feel like im last/Think im shining but im only brass/They call me The Dream cuz i get brain/But i swear ive never made her rock her thang/Im a lyrical boxer/I can spit a punchline and knock her/Up/Close to the end of hardcore rhymes/63 lines/32 bars of krazy lazy rhymes now 64 lines/End.
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