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Undisputed

Back up on dat ass, back to put rappers on one knee

Like they 'bout to run a 100 meter dash

Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and

Run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers

Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers

Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers

Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like

"Where da Titanic go?"

I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans

Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church

And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers

Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

And I got da women screamin', they could catch my balls

On any given Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman

Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass

Then he's a motherfuckin' fool

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist

Iconic status and his name is Ludacris

Bitch please, you messin’ wit some real O.G's

Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas

Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth

Is that the ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da trees

The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt

And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts

What you want from me? I got pistols for da haters

Ya fam will be in black like they was playin' for da Raiders

And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back

Like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt

The name of my car insurance is yo fuckin’ fault

And if you sittin’ on chrome, I'll call up my boys

And have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, keep on movin’

They ain’t got nuttin’ on ya, watch for the sneak dissin’

These boys’ll smile in your face and stab you right in the back

Breathe, take some water, this is money in the bank)

(They defeatin’ themselves champ, you know what you can do

You Luda, you lookin’ good, let’s go!

C’mon baby, hard work and dedication

You know what it is man, keep fightin’!)

Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins

I got the hammer in my jeans

Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than

A fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket

Luda leaves the trouters stretched out like gymnastics

And acrobatics I'm superstar status

The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastards

The international traveler, and I may not be much to you

But I'm the shit out in Africa

So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame

For the way that I lit my wrist up

You can't compete wit me, I got 'em stuck

Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me

And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown

And Whitney Houston become drug-free

I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was

Leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad drugs

They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh

We'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators

Like I'm fresh outta Florida

Call me the swamp thing, y’all headed in the wrong direction

Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train

So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome

Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it

You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene

Thinkin’ eight Young Buck's did it

But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin'

Like comin' down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill

You fuckin’ Daffy Dill, you's a Daffy Duck

And I'm the undefeated champ, y’all niggas suck!

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