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Lyrical Molestation

They can only leave to live the linguistic

Full metal jacket of the macular ballistic

Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics

I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash

I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary

Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a P-funk dictionary

Give me the mic and watch me slay them

Those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off [unverified]

Be missing me with that shit, putting your petty torched packaged

Pathetically in front of me I suppress, I'll rest of the best of MC's regularly

In the beginning I was 'bout it, slid in and we write it

This shit deplace, y'all bitches wouldn't even thinking 'bout hit

Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas

With a name like Brat exotic, cars and large bank figures

A high rank nigga shop squat taker, maker of some hot shit lose

Makin' it hard for all y'all bitches to move around like moose

Truth whatever touch come through in a clutch

Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas, say I'm just too much

Consisted dollar clocker sippin' a daily vodka

Private chopper live and die hip hopper

With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up

And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit

I'm tryna pack and stack shit, to continue to make phat shit

And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place

And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must, every time I bust

And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place

And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must, every time I bust

I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often

Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften

Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily

Beware my attitude, shady pay me and serenade this lady

Reach the possible limits, no gimmick lyrics

Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats

To cherish the iced out Oyster Perpetual Roll

The swish and burn it slow, cats me know

Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus

Once I was the brokest bitch, now I bought the dopest shit

The poker Chips get place on the misses with [unverified]

To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper

Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins

And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place

And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must, every time I bust

And niggas know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place

And when Da Brat is in your area, your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish, I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must, every time I bust

If you consider yourself to be a competitor

The object of the game is to bury ya

Get the cheddar, the mo', the merrier, 312 the area

Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated

To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation

Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit

To last you to infinity, finna be multimillion in a minute

Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch

Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin' me push the big six

Admit it I'm Da type to get addicted to like China

Why you fucking wit pure dough? Tonight's da night, we all get high

Niggas know Brat take without askin', leaving everlasting gashes

On you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know

Therefore this rap redemption, introdention of competition

Made some motherfucker before the first admission

Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout, rhyming at infinite

And my pee in the fountain then I claw clutchin the cliff

'Cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic

Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool

All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag

I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge

Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge

To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord

You mighta woulda been better in battling your [unverified] is bogus silly pose it

Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me

I suppress I'll rest of the best of MC's regularly

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