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competition gets none - peanut butter wolf lyrics

[intro: grand the vis & shortkut]
at least compete, complete, i’ll be defeat
in competition when i compete
i’ll* in competition when i compete
in competition when i compete i’ll
in competition when i compete
yo, yo, yo, yo
alcatraz al in house in 2000
aye yo klo
what’s up man?
these motherf*ckers out here really don’t know about hip*hop, you know what i’m saying
it’s insane you know what i’m saying
so, we gon’ have to hit ’em on the alcatraz al
competition gets none
competition gets none
competition gets none
competition gets none

[verse 1: grand the vis]
n*gga, i shake ’em, fake ’em, break ’em, and make ’em awful
rolling n*ggas terrain the same as the land rover
i kick up dust as i move just like a sports car
i shine my light that it sees even the north star
give me your best to grand and work that ass for practice
clever, smooth, but better yet, i’m a recluse
so, don’t front homie, you know that you’s a rookie
i flows like f*cking milk for any toll house cookies
i eat ’em up one*after*one until there’s none
i play it like kung fu jack and toss back a plate of crumbs
the seesaw because he just did describe it
n*ggas frontin’ like the tough guy but facts is really rough ryders
i move on and blow through just like a monsoon
a creep who f*cking step to the sounds of a shaft tune
no rough jazz, i use what i wrote first
should be your rap marriage quenching your hip*hop thirst
[chorus: grand the vis]
competition gets none (c*c*competition)
competition gets none (c*c*c*c*competition)
i eat ’em up one*after*one until there’s none
competition gets none (competition gets none)
i eat ’em up one*after*one until there’s none
your competition gets none (c*c*competition)
competition gets none, gets none, gets none (competition is none)
(num*num*number*on*one)
(comp*competition is no*none)

[verse 2: grand the vis]
i’m not your ordinary every day, wacked ass perpetrating
technical, demonstrate, another crew imitating
beep bop stupid*ass on the hard tip
i swear to god kid, you’ll get that ass whipped
every day, every week, every month, and every year
i hope it’s very clear, if not then i’ma have to tear your heart up out your chest
your spine up out your sneaking back
i’ll grab your mom, snap her neck, then give her back
incompetent, ridiculous excuse for a rap artist
maybe just a con artist, maybe just a moving target
you r*t*rded*ass lower level dimwits
still hoping to clock gs from that crossover sh*t
r*a*p spells rap, no r&b sucker
i’m true to sampling, now swallow that motherf*cker
anybody can be a murderer or a k!ller
perpetrating gang figure or a drug dealer
but who can be just a hip*hop rap figure?
come and side up with the faction, no synthetic fillers
just dope beats and cuts, high blues and raw lyrics
you’ve been gassed for years, n*ggas is scared to hear it
simple simplaticol so you can sing along
see, everybody’s rapping nowadays, am i wrong?
[chorus: grand the vis]
competition gets none (c*c*competition)
competition gets none (c*c*c*c*competition)
i eat ’em up one*after*one until there’s none
competition gets none (competition gets none)
i eat ’em up one*after*one until there’s none
your competition gets none (c*c*competition getes none)

[outro: grand the vis & shortkut]
n*ggas get none yo, huh, that’s what i’m saying
alcatraz al housing 2000, housing 2000, yeah
uh, yeah, stones throw so you know, yeah
motherf*cking peanut b*tter wolf on the f*cking track
rascal got my back, rascal
yo, cloak is in the f*cking house, yo, get jagged up
yeah, watch that sh*t or get busted in your mouth you understand me? hardcore hip*hop. now, representing on this day, aye, yo. architect, all my n*ggas, you know what i’m saying. murder’s born, charisma around this motherf*cker. yeah, destiny lives on you know what i mean? yeah, housing 2000. ugh, i’m up out of here. mhm, go spank your mom

- peanut butter wolf lyrics

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