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an0maly kills 6'7 - an0maly lyrics

[verse 1]
8 foot bunch, rapin’ stuff, flip sh-t like the matrix does
capable of makin’ moves, i bake you like an apr-n sl-t
hatin’ punk, realize you’re a basic f-ck
you be like an 8th of bud, 3.5, raise it up
see me change the game like i’m mark cuban, paint like an art student
range is insane so you lames better start shootin’
like at the park shooting, or behind the arc shootin’
put the weapon down, get some crown, shout to martin luther
king status, without the bling habits
so no i still don’t give a f-ck about your mink jacket
i got ink packet where i used to have a soul
animal on track and what i rap is unimaginable
had to explode, k!ll that sh-t you be rappin’ it slow
laughing at hoes, who that they driving me
but i give them a map to the road
actually no, i give them a dap cause i show
that i do not give a f-ck what they think
because i know that i’m actually dope
p-ss me a smoke, actually some captain and c0ke
next think you know some dude dressed as captain morgan
shows up with a bag of the blow
that just west virgina, messin’ with us but look

[verse 2]
my flow is tall like i’m 7 foot
and you are all bound to fall cause your small when you ball so they never look
you’re mugsy bogues in scrubby clothes
if he couldn’t dunk or throw, so how you ballin’ when you clearly can’t do nothin’ pro
you lucky fool, you ain’t even got a f-ckin’ clue
you think that your kobe just because you dunked a dunkaroo
you hating on my complexion, but you one ugly dude
tlc say scrubby dude, beyonce says bugaboo
no i don’t f-ck with you, cause all your diamonds blood-infused
you acting like a b-tch who says “i still don’t know which uggs to choose”
really? f-ck it dude
and still you grillin’ me like “why you on the checker board?”
i’m getting kinged what you think i’m playin’ checkers for?
i’m ecuador, hot, you chillin’ on the second floor
actin’ like a b-tch like how come no one wanna rep me for
you suck at rappin’, go get a coach mike
and while your doing that stop asking me to ghost write
an0maly, learn to spell it
the verbal felon, every time i rhyme it turns into a murder sentence
abort you babies like some sperm repellant
way before you get the v-g-n-, i bet that my fire will burn you fellas
you chris bosh-lookin’ turtle fellas

- an0maly lyrics

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