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Guess I gotta do it to him one last time Tiger Woods on the back, nine bag full of

clubs Hit a long drive on a par -five, hole -in -one

Rap wise, got a master's Green jacket flappin' on my backside

Last time you thought I was done I pulled a Mayan calendar

2012 gettin' punked, this ain't gon' ever end

Never heaven sent from above Other words, I'm talkin' halo

Master Chief aimin' a gun at the face of a grunt

Why you haters always bustin' my balls Tell them squirrels, please get offa my nuts

Pain in the butt, yeah, takin' a punch from you is nothin'

Bitch, I ate it for lunch Never scared of my opponent, it's like facin'

a blunt You gettin' smoked like it's dope, bitch,

loadin' the pump, fillin' it up, like I was about to bathe in a tub

With Chardonnay in a cup, then let it spray like a skunk

My trigger finger quick, I hit the joystick until I'm breakin' my thumb

I got y 'all screamin' like a bitch, yeah, as I'm makin' a come

I put my semen on a tit, so I'm avoiding the sun

Vampire, never agin', word to raisins, I'm avoiding the sun

Yeah, relationships suck, so when it comes to cheatin' I must be a patriot

Tom Brady been deflatin' some stuff Robert Kraft gettin' naked and rough

In a spa full of Asian ladies yankin' a tug Belichick spyin' on the Jets, fakin' to run, makin' em punt

Every time they come to play in Boston Stadium, yup

Speakin' of sports, baseball is the reason we're fucked

Went to the plate, had a bat, gave corona to us

So I yell at the umph, tell em' get fucked Like LeBron James dunkin', I'll be gettin' em' jumped

Float a whistle, it's illegal, like I'm sellin' some drugs

Embezzling funds, I'll poach a couple elephant tusks

Homicidal thoughts, thinkin' about vendettas

Cause I'm fed up with everyone, load the clip in my Beretta

Then I light em' up like Edison or President Kennedy

Shot em' bleedin' out the bed of my truck

Dead in the trunk, once again, you now sunk

Like the Titanic, gigantic iceberg right through the front

Metaphorically, speakin', that's a knife in your gut

I slice the windpipe of your wife and a nun

Excited by blood, the sight of it's fun

When I'm on deathbed, I'ma have missionary sex with a slunt

Other words, I'm goin' out on top

Till the day that I'm dropped, kick in the bucket

Tell these bitches go suck it, I'm never bitin' my tongue

Underdog de Gawne/Dansonn – Letras & Covers