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rat bastard - thxxry lyrics

the rat b*st*rd i wrap rappers in flat plastic
ship em back to the past and leave em asthmatic
i get up in that ass, i’m like a craftmatic
i sat inside of a cabin and had my back tatted
i’m back stabbin em, i’m batman in a black lac with two contracts for me to handle em
it gets ugly after midnight
prolly see me whipping through the wind it’s cuz i been nice
you could try to see me with the clique and get thin sliced
thxxry do it right like i’m layin down the pinstripes
it’s outrageous, no cages i’ve been runnin through all the mazes
gettin blazed hits to the face i’m gettin wasted
it’s amazing i can see it i’m in the matrix
they say the monеy is the motive
i’m motivated to takе the motor out of your lotus
i’m in the bas*m*nt with the bass and i’m gettin focused
now i’m gettin all in your sp*ce if ya didn’t notice
no trace i disappear, i’m where the smoke is
either that or find me with the squid i’m in the ocean
cookin up a potion, wicked with the witchcraft
rappers lookin washed up hang em with the dishrag
come and get ya gift bag, this is what i give back
i was in another dimension i had to flip that
i’m pickin scabs in the shadows
crushin anything in my path it’s like i’m thanos
competition makin me laugh, i’m flippin channels
got me gettin all in my bag i’m with the camels
really i’m with the pharaohs
stackin up ammo to fire it with the arrows
thxxry throwin hurricanes better watch ya back bruh
i’ve been walkin through the flames i could use a back rub
me i got bazookas you’ve been shootin with a cap gun
that’s a lotta actin i’ve been seein in ya tracks son
me i make the tracks run laps when i pass blunts
thinkin you a rare breed i’m thinkin i’m the last one
there ain’t a hand that could touch me
brushin off the game these lames are gettin dusty
it’s just a shame they thinkin about the fame
i’m thinkin bout the way i be whippin and switchin lanes
catch me if you can i’m on a stingray coastin
i’m rick james leavin the stains all on ya sofa
i should be up on a poster
slaughtering a rapper for tryna get on my poster
i’m posted, up in the spot like i was chosen
oh sh*t, i’m in the pot you need to close it
no skin, off of my chops i’m gettin roasted
i ain’t tryna hear about who you think is the dopest

- thxxry lyrics

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