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[verse 1: obvi]
rappers say they ripping the track
without showing a tear
my flows rare like a monkey
not growing his hair
hot’s back
you’d think that satan’s risen from h-ll
matter fact
i spit the bars to imprison his cell
while you be sitting there
b-tching to sell
i been infected with rap just
itching to swell
i been all about the change of it
wish in a well
stayed sick all my life so
start wishing me well
well
my people calling me miller
because i’m living the high life
rudolph the red-eyed rapper
fixing to die bright
question how i am with my game
you can check my highlights
i’m making b-tches go crazy
like i’m the movie twilight
i’m far from fake
tell them i’m too real
you just a mascot to a giant
lou seal
so i’m going to tie around your head
and choke you like a noose do
and this is real
and palestine will make truce do
obvi!

[verse 2: moose]
check it, i wreck it
if i said it, then i meant it
feeling neglected
trying to be respected
and well connected
a kid whose reckless
with crazy methods
never pathetic
with raps embedded
in his cranium
who would have guessed he so impressive
spitting ether
a crazy creature
who’s having seizures
a future leader
the dopest feature
blasting out your speakers
he’s a keeper
never following procedures
people say he’s a beat beater
but really a beaner
call me a name
and i’m so insane
i bring in [?]
i’ve gone deranged
flyer than a plane
a beast you can’t tame
moose is the name
the top’s where i aim
no chain can restrain
anger contained
they try but i still remain
k!lling lames
cutting veins
opening brains
i’m inhumane
[?]
homie what it do
i’m moose
and i’ll make you look like whinne the pooh
say you undefeated too
well i’m about to make you lose
i’m just k!lling in the booth
really it’s nothing new
it’s a face off
throw a baseball
knock your face off
cut up the rest of your body with a chainsaw
going in like the 8 ball
yall little fakes off
i hate ya’ll
it’s moose
and i’m way gone

[verse 3: beazy]
high life beazy
lebron james 2012
i’ve been on my sh-t
these n-ggas half -ss sickle cell
-ss-ssin to the beat
like tom clancy’s splinter cell
n-gga be yourself
and stay the f-ck up off my gin-i-tell-ya
where you supposed to be
who to see and what to say
i’m the player type
i like some ashley with my mary kate
purple sprite and mary j
beazy d that’s everyday
college girl, dumb smart
bubbly like perrier
ay, n-gga
i’m hungry like a fat dude
elephant with cashews
a lion eating cat food
cause b’s on that other sh-t
f-ck you and your brother sh-t
if she ain’t f-cking with me
i’m bouncing to my other b-tch
probably hit her partner on the under
on some gutter sh-t
cause baby i’m a dog
woof woof on my government
chadwick, never had sh-t
and planned it
i’m going to brand it
i’m going to stunt so hard
until these haters sick and can’t stand it
i do me now who you
chase me i’m one hundred proof
i blast off when i hit the booth
superman no blue suit
i’m an ak and i burst shoot
spit murder death and i’ll he-rs- you
lord have mercy
your b-tch she’s so thirsty
i drip wet, you hang dry
no wonder she want slurp me
b!

[verse 4: jeff turner]
i’m in an anger sober
hanging over the edge
got a dangerous quota
blaming mother
change each other
family and fame immortal
pain is for the man that knows
he got to get things in order
change is for the man that knows
he got to get things in order
better be believing i’m achieving
everything i perceive is even
in my dome for a reason
no more letting in anybody
[?]
obliterating any degenerate

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