Theze Rapperz

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[Intro] FiringSquad Z Huh [Verse 1: Z] Look I'm tired of these rappers They go Yami in the origami I probably force salami on they mommies if the whore was on me They more punani than a sloppy from a porky blondie I'm torches chopping when my orphans breaking portions calmly My folks who know me better get some sharks to run up on me They Katana till they gun his bodies and rotty talk that gutter oddly I work wasabi through they posse to make me punch a shawty Maneuver with my brothers watching for bitches I ain't talking thotties Smoking broccoli, hustle poppy like I'm breaking toffee Caking off this choppy like I'm talking with a side of coffee I'm sitting stalky, swinging Rockies, better slide up by me I'll slap you just for riding cocky Small problems, the size of jockies Whore you're not enough for fucking naughty I'll knock your head off if you try to top me You stretch 'em out like street pilates To see the side of ya I only speak to bodies that meat is riding I'll feed the ridees that speaking Gandhi Peace 'em out if they sleeping on me I'm Rick and Morty off a 40 Tell a different story He speaking trigonometry to a zombie feature Just listen for it They mis-informative, they beefing Then I'll split the foreman Shocking like this shit was storming Endorphins won't be sitting dormant [Chorus: Z] I think these rappers out they fucking mind (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) I think these rappers out they fucking mind I think these rappers out they fucking mind (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) I think these rappers out they fucking mind Line 'em up I lay 'em down They don't fuck with minds I think these rap I think these rap I think these rappers out they fucking minds Fucking minds Fucking minds Fucking minds [Verse 2: Z] Look I'm tired of these rappers They gon' bore me and the chopping gory I'm hostile till I top a 40 Picasso with a knocker story They rocking for me like they cooking up a ball of snorty Imposters dorky Pistol boring like a lion snoring Iron core be working overtime supplying torture Converted into size Earnings and pie farming when fire swarm me The fire warm me, no need to warm me I'm used to it I chew fluent and brief fluent Piraña movement Somebody get me to swim in the water I chewing outside of the bone gristle Pop pop when the song ripple Off top like a hoe whistle Nobody talk it like Z do I be igloo with a flow pistol They sea through I eat food like seafood Get the instant meat T-t-talking like I slap ya when any scenery don't think I-I-I'm only in this rap and my homies clapping like don't blink Saluting to the captains, I'm nation-mapping off two feet Probably got here moving through sewer gutters that do speak I speak freak And I beat beaks when I drink drinks They think sneaking my team blink and the thing speak They bring beef and I butcher blocks till the thing bleed That boy bar, no stool unless the shit breath Shit please, hope they tempt me leaving ten feet Spin bling when the tray swing and I send heat Don't let me in the studie, I do my duties and bitch leave Fucking on the game This brain Not with the shit scenes [Chorus: Z] I think these rappers out they fucking mind (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) I think these rappers out they fucking mind I think these rappers out they fucking mind (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) (I think) I think these rappers out they fucking mind Line 'em up I lay 'em down They don't fuck with minds I think these rap I think these rap I think these rappers out they fucking minds Fucking minds Fucking minds Fucking minds