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Fully Qualified Gangsta

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Fully qualified gangsta, here he comes Undergrad in Rhyming and Masters in Guns And a PhD in Being a Baller for Life From the University of Fucked Your Wife 'Cos looking this good while I'm killing this rap is my gangsta religion I'm fly and I'm street like a... pigeon On the mic and the streets I'm bred to be deadly The hood's in my genes like I got dressed incorrectly Evidently better than these hip hop stars You know I'm the GOAT 'cos this kid got baas These rappers ain't nothing, I'm utterly bossin' this Droppin' bangers like I'm clumsy with sausages Massive attacker, actual fact I snap on the track and these rappers will scatter Natural gangsta, added to that the patter and swag of an absolute shagger I stay ready with my sexing utensil Always got that rubber on the end like a pencil Your girl loves my sex and how hard I hit it Inside her for so long, my dick got a parking ticket Ladies don't like me - wait I'm pretendin' For me these hoes long: fire engine I've just got so many women to do I gave your lady fingers like tiramisu Your girl blew me long like a didgeridoo Stuck my head in that honey: Winnie The Pooh In my two-door Mustang, your girl made me beg Yeah I got laid in the coupe like an egg And I deal marijuana I've got spliffs to sell Weed in my pockets like I've pissed myself I roll all of my joints with a BIC pen Known to hit a massive bong: Big Ben Igniting weed 'til I'm mindless (aaah) Burning joints like arthritis (ow) Getting stoned as fuck from the hash I'm blazing Ridiculous high like backhand waving And I've got a really big gun in my fleece I'm firing rounds like I'm sacking the obese My gun fires bullets at unholy decibels It's a beauty with the bangs: Zooey Deschanel My automatic rifle's deafening when I fire it Said I got that loud AR like a pirate My gun's so big you'll know you're in danger I'm not Ginny Weasley but I'll open the chamber Gun in each hand and my trigger finger itchy I'm cold with these two nines: Mr Whippy Stuff guns in my jacket 'til the buttons won't join Coat of arms on my back like an old pound coin So don't mess with my guns, yeah, you've heard the stories They go off suddenly like a punnet of strawberries How am I so sick? I put in the work Why am I the greatest? I put in the work How do I do it? I put in the work Why's my dick so big? Genetics Big dick nerd with a rap obsession Got a fat erection and a stamp collection So give me the job 'cos my shit is crazy I'm not a midwife but I deliver, baby