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They say he's very arrogant but the air their inhaling in isn't there to sniff. Dare to wiff and I'm tearing the air to get from where it is. There's a chick inhaling I'm tearing it thru her pair of tits. There's a kid my fist is impaling him thru his pair of ribs. From a kamikaze crazy bomber, drama like Shadys momma, fucking with bitches ugly as Biggies baby momma! And I stay mismatched to the socks, bitch laughs and my names dispatched to the cops. Stitched patch on my crotch reads 'Kiss me I'm Irish', my click be the flyest. Don't quiz me, I'm biased. But try us, and lose the cocky smile, who could stop me now? When I'm right on the money like the illuminati owl. If I'm off a DJ mixed my acapella wrong, my mozarella's long, enough to buy the rights to every Roc A Fella song. I'm lying, but I'm not, when I'm rhyming my stock is hella long. Too hot to mail a song, the mailman said he thought I mailed a bomb! Rain, sleet, snow, or hell I'm smoking well. Granted, you'd think I was Spansih how well I roll a L
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