This should be played at high volume, preferably in a residential area

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[Verse - CJ Anfernee]: Above-average Joe, leaned back with a cup o' Joe
Watching the world turn as the world turns
Drunk on Johnny Walker, the English gotta be slow
The bars too hot for the flow to cool, so everybody burns
Kids call for death in their potties
Time to bury them again, I'll rehearse the bodies
You Papa Docs are paradoxes. Renegades talk about "doing dirt" but they scared to leave their sand boxes
Your felonies are melodies only
Your flow's cold but not close to my seven seas, homie
Fuck a virus. I'll strangle a doctor to set example
Hanging from any angle
I'll massacre your brain hemispheres like a Category 4
Bodies on memory lanes mangled in bloody gore
For the universe I deliver consequences
The spotlight's my Moonlight, you "stars" not prepared
You scared. Your Figures Hidden behind your Fences
I see through your defenses. Your vision is impaired
From the grave yard where the pride never lingers
Comes a lone dog that can scar grown Simbas
No crown for Sinners when they Born to get exposed
The throne been cold before the King Overdosed
I spit dope hostile
I cough up kilos that'll open your mind wider than Tony Montana's nostrils

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[Outro - TeT]: My n***a! God damn!
That's the sickest verse you ever fucking spit in your life, bruh! Wdmaaa!
Aye, n***a, yo
That was disgusting, bruh
That was disgustiiiing