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The Fatal Sling

"Ambient"

[Chorus]
Now who the f**k picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak’s style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 1]
For days, I've been in the booth
I've been grinding and smoking boof, the weed that heat, smoking to the roof
Don’t f**k with me, I'm a dog, roof
Yuh
And these b*t*hes are like ducks at the pond, they only want my bread
If I was an emotion I'd be dread
Because, when all is done and said, if you f**k with me your dead
Yuh, I got bars like I was a prison cell
Yes I'm Fatal, I tap that ass like a bell
It wouldn't be an understatement to say that I rhyme well, uh
Yes my bars have authenticity, because I have integrity
And I live in a sh*tty city, huh, yuh
That's fine though, cause I'm homies with Otac
And he is back, to snap on this track
Sike, he's not that type of guy, and if your a female he’ll skeet in your eye, huh
And you will yell “Oh my!”
And then he will leave you, sigh, and he’ll say “bye bye”

[Chorus]
Now who the f**k picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak’s style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 2]
You tryna f**k with me, I'm gonna f**k with you
That's how we do, b*t*h learn you too
Sippin' on dew, thats Mountain Dew
f**k you gonna do?
Pull up with the crew?
Cooking beef stew, heh
Get ready for you, and all of the party
Yea that sh*t hardy
I can see the future just like if I’m Doc and Marty
I pull up inside a Delorean
I should be a Nobel laureate, ay
Literature, that's my prize
In the kitchen, cooking up fries
With all my heat, that's no lies
Checking out girls just like if they are spies, eh
Out here, we grow gang signs
Just check out this one, I call it the “f**k You”
That gave me hella clout, ayy yuh
I'm about to stand and f**king shout

[Chorus]
Who the f**k picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak's style, I just come with the heat

[Verse 3]
b*t*h Imma shoot you (haha), like this Lugaru
You can call me Bunny, cause I jump on f**king you
b*t*h, Imma crush your head
Imma f**king stomp that sh*t in like a bread
f**k me, you were tryna cuck me
I grab your balls, rip that sh*t off like nut cream
b*t*h, I f**king made you
I'm coming up like a brand new tornado, take this whole game by a storm
I'm bout to f**k you up, b*t*h you were born, by me, I am your father
b*t*h you can't touch me I'm like f**king God bruh
Huh. the f**k you got to say?
I will drive all up like f**king Aunt May
Spiderman, f**king shoot white cream
In your b*t*h face, in your b*t*h spleen

[Chorus]
Who the f**k picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak's style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 4]
Ay, yuh
Yuh
Been in the booth for days, yuh
I get chips thats Lays, yuh
Ay, I'm coming back to this track like a couple… months later
Man, it's been a f**king while now, I'm still spitting like some f**king acid fire
I'm finna burn your sh*t up, I'm finna get up in your face and fuc kyou in the butt
b*t*h, you can't f**king touch me, like I said before, I'm like God, the real OG, yuh, ay
We smoking kush like in the Bible, like Moses did when he burned that f**king bush bruh
Yuh, that sh*t was real dope bruh
I don't really know what else to say, but this sh*t is hella lit like Tr3yWay
Holy sh*t man, yah
Metter of fact, spea-
ARN sh*t
HAHA!

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