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OnlyOne - Murder (feat. DJ Fatboy) + lyrics

I came here to rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Illmaculate said Only the best rapper in..*scratches back* I came here to rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Illmaculate said Only the best rapper in Stumptown Heaven knows, those expensive clothes But yo' skill really ebbs and flows I don't go to classes on a college campus But my trunk big and the guns in it is long as branches I was never a fan of boxing matches But you can get lit up, like a box of matches I palm the ratchet and poppin' it like oxy tablets Blown, but it's not a gasket, it body snatches Heads in laundry baskets You'll get decapitated like, mhm..oh yeah, John the Baptist! His head got served up to the Queen of Sheba So what, I won't smoke your weed Okay, I'm a cannabis sativa diva The name of my main senorita's "Nina" And you can french-kiss I'll put you in crosshairs, like a french braid, I guess I'm on some french shit But one thing i don't need is a friendship So I won't say we/oui like a frenchman And I pray I don't catch a body, I've seen enough But I ain't leavin without it on me, I keep it tucked You beat me up? This ain't a game of ice hockey My eyesight's shotty so like Scotty I 'beamed it up'! Stay with the blades just like hockey, like ice hockey I skate I wasn't born with good genes, in the gym I can't lift a lot of wheights But these good jeans they hold it right in the waist I moved up. But I'm not that dude that your crew jump I keep two tucked, 'cause..I ain't too tough Fights I lose frequently So I keep a two-piece with me, 'cuz I bruise easily! Kids get killed for flights of Air One So I'll fire a flare gun before I fight a fair one Ain't no one listening to you You flinch when I move, like when a bitch been abused Don't get it confused Don't ever question me about the business I do or the piff that I move Bitch, put the clip in the tool You'll think you got donkey-punched the way it kicks like a mule