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Aye Yuh B!tch I got a blicky in my letterman I pop em like a peppermint They never win A pessimist I’ll Sin until I’m sediment Wanna let the devil in Oh no that’s not my religion That’s what these pu*sy mothafu*kin rappers do they sell to win Say they sick But im sicker That young killa B!tch it’s heisenberg im cookin bumpin j dilla Fade dealer That brass knuckle face splitta Yung sxmpra poppin up out the cut that fu*kin grave digger Run for the exit Back with a vengeance Mac 10 Spray Like a mothafu*kin bandit Ain’t nobody comin With no mothafu*kin bandage Ain’t nobody run it up a mothafu*k savage Yeah 10 bands feel lavish Broke boy No cash Feel damaged Pop off with the tec Then vanish Gotta leave more for these boys they famished Pu*sy boy I’m a mothafu*kin animal Muzzle up my face like hello b!tch I am a cannibal I was in the bathroom rackin lines with mr hannibal I said hannibal it seems your bag is cut with mothafu*kin panadol B!tch my dogs steady chopping off a brick And my dogs ready if they get no tick And my dogs getting peckish need a bone Imma chop it off ya b!tch And my dogs steady rolling with the clique b!tch What the fu*k is up mothafu*kas you are now tuned in to SXMPRA FM 66.6 where you come to make your ears bleed and your mothafu*kin brain explode tell your aunties uncles cousins and neighbours dog to tune the fu*k in or else b!tch. STICK EM UP! lyrics – SXMPRA : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com