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Verse One:

Ayo, I smoke with the best of them, smoked all the rest of them

Feel my music go from your throat to your chest and then

Toke to attest to it, choke, it's a testament

My music is dope with some coke standing next to it

More like Heroin, c'mon, bitch, play me

Go 'head, tie one off, wait 'til this shit's vainy

Feeling a prick, lady, way that I spit zany

This shit will have you shoot up your friends like Dick Cheney

Blew choric, blazed, so I moved on to haze

I know I spit it sicker than the Bubonic plague

Oh, now you want it, babe? I got two on my leg

Getting more head than the first brew from the keg

It's more than just bars, cause he don't lust cars

I'm coming out swinging when you fuckers just spar

Hands where my nuts are, I'll be screaming, "Fuck ya'll"

This is Angry Mic coming with that uncut raw

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Verse Two:

When I was stuck in the low, all day I puff on the dro

Most of ya'll wanted some shit, like "where the fuck did he go?"

I slacked in my raps perhaps to get a rest

This track is the fact, I'm back, I never left

Some spat to get a check, got fat with an exec

A ???plaque mention the neck???, a path that I won't trek

I'm going my own way, they never will own me

My problems are resolved with a bottle of Stoli

The 8th burning slowly, forget what I told thee

You need to stop fucking with the Phillies like Thome (Jim)

This is what it came to, haters are in plain view

Dealing with the pain too, shit, I got to play through

Yeah, yo, it's nothing that I won't last

So gut it right on the dash and puff it and then you pass

I'm drugging them with my raps, they loving it, so it blast

And before crossing the border, they shoving it up their ass

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Verse Three:

I'm in that lonely zone, yo, is homie homo?

Naw, just trying to finish up my only promo

You can blow me though, hoe, but then go home, yo

Don't fuck up my career, I 'm not Tony Romo

If you don't think I'm tight, go listen to limelight

Then go and pick up a couple of twenties (20/20) from hindsight

My memory is gone, so you had to remind Mike

The ten of these I'm on, you'll be lucky to find Mike

Since they want more money, now I got a sore tummy

Feeling hungrier than four stoned dummies on 4/20

Sicker than bronchitis, push in your car lighters

You know me, I fuck with more joints than arthritis

I need you to stay focus, take some Adderall

Think that Mic is bullshit and he ain't mad at all?

If you thinking this a gimmick like some of them had before

You can watch me kill that bull like a matador

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