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White Rapper
Adam Calhoun
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I remember being young, saying I'm a rapper
And people would be like, you're white?
Yeah, bitch, I'm a white rapper
I'm like dip satin04 mixed with a blowtorch
I seen grown men pitch coke like a pro sport, no joke
I don't care if you smoke, slaughter, poke
You make one wrong move, you going broke
Fuck with me, cracker, all I see is a bunch of wannabe rappers
Talkin' 'bout beef, need to eat salad, B rabbit
Your diet's plant based you couldn't stomach milk
On a court filled the white boys in tight shorts, I'm Will
Don't get mad little fags ain't you said raps of sport?
I'm runnin' faster toward you, stole like a captured tortoise
Sports got contact, my ram will smash a Taurus
Truck stick the fuck out of you, Alfred Morris
Slap the door, devil the wall, not for me, for you
I'ma show up, won't even call
The root of all evil is how much you're willing to talk
And you've been known to make moves like a bitch, so
I guess that says it all (bam, bam)
One for the money, better run for the hills
Two to get it crackin', talkin' shit will get you killed
Three to get it poppin', I ain't talkin' 'bout them pills
And four get you stuck in the mud around here (bam, bam)
One for the money, better run for the hills
Two to get it crackin', talkin' shit'll get you killed?
Three to get it popping, I ain't talkin' 'bout them pills
And four will get you stuck in the mud around here (bam, bam)
I cut a fine line like I'm using new scissors
I'm like Mike in his prime, you just mic on the wizards
Plus you suck on the mic
We are not alike
I'm the blueprint 2001 Jigga
I'ma eat these motherfuckers like a bag of ruffles
Crumble up a rapper, smack his dumbass, watch him fumble
Every time you shoot your shot, your gun broke, you, you, you dumb ho
Shoot motherfucker, I'm a tumbo, wahundo
You jumping out of plane, no shoot
I was playing NBA, no hoop
We hung a crepe from the roof
Bitch, I lived in the country, I sat on a stoop
I battled on the corner we were nowhere near the loop
I'm talking down 22nd, all over Western
I lived in the suburbs, I walked through the desert
I caught my first case when you was just a freshman
What's a pawn to a king, just a lower class pest (bam, bam)
One for the money, better run for the hills
Two to get it crackin', talkin' shit'll get you killed?
Three to get it poppin', I ain't talkin' about them pills
And four will get you stuck in the mud around here (bam, bam)
One for the money, better run for the hills
Two to get it cracking, talkin' shit'll get you killed?
Three to get it poppin', I ain't talkin' 'bout them pills
And four will get you stuck in the mud around here (bam, bam)
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