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batteries (bonus) - mike g lyrics

(verse 1: mikeg)
heard koolade bishop’s coming for his mac soon
i’m a have to cut the body up and stash it in a black track suit
and wrap that in plastic, so the maggots don’t attack it
i’m laughing, 3 days later at your open casket
i’m sick, shoved it in your mom’s bum
and made her sh-t to a backflip
chatted all your crack attacks, thesis
heard you like to smoke your own peices
believe it, mikeg b-tch aka the black jesus
put sister on her knees and make her snort p-n-s
left your nieces in pieces wish you could have seen it
b-tch

lacpsbfd, f-ck koolade!

(verse 2: yungjay)
and we ain’t talkin bout the drink, n-gga

there’ll be two hits in this fight okay kid
me hitting you and you hitting the pavement
your breath you need to save it
because i smell the bullsh-t fragrance
ever since g-y marriage, i haven’t beat a f-g since
punching holes in walls just to kick you in the b-lls
and head b-ttin sl-ts and uppercut them in their f-cking jaw
p-ss me off, will get you p-ssed on
p-ssy i`ll have you sprayed like the cat named tron
t minus raw, f-ck the midas touch
the grim reapers hand but i don`t m-st-rbate much
but uhh… i f-ck your favorite b-tch leaving cuts
cuz i`m… soo sharp when i bust a nut it`s enough to fill up a magic school bus
and hot enough to make your favorite rapper move to cuba
call of duty must of taught you your weaponry
look up dragons skin when stepping to me
picked an unnecessary beef with the boy on the block
it`s all fun and games till one of our firearms get locked!

(verse 3: mikeg and yungjay)

i gotcha waka flocka, hit this b-tch wit the forth and the sixth in
cut his dreads off an he`s looking like dixon
antwuan, time to change this b-tches tampon
now his nose is all bl–dy from the muddy
brothers slash half blood buddies, (yungjay: yung f-ckin jay)
i got this i was only six, when i hit em for his onyx
light -ss-ssins had to penetrate
i don`t blame you, it`s fate that your f-cking fake
(yungjay)
f-ck koolade, this b-tch is a grenade
sh-t gets me heated faster than a micro-wave
in the center of a rave, in the middle of summer while he`s workin like a slave
had a crush with a sl-t who had f-ckin aids
he would still penetrate, fruits of my labour? suck on my grapes
fight me when your in shape, soap won’t clean the slate
invest in proctology cuz your -ss you need to save

- mike g lyrics

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