I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert
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I got a lot of nasty things
Flowing up in my head
But none of them are worth my time
You're not even worth this rhyme
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With friends like you, who needs enemies?
You ain't right, you ain't never gonna be
You're out of the car, I'm afraid you've been declined.
You shake my hand, while you're pissing on my leg
I'm cutting you loose, I don't need this misery
Your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine
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You talk real trash, when I'm not around
To build yourself up, you gotta tear me down.
You'll have to excuse me, I got better things to do
You smile through your teeth, you talk out you're neck
Every chance you get, you're going to stab my back
Your time's run out, I've got nothing left for you
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