[Verse 1] Hallelujah, K. Dot'll do ya Quicker than a porno star, jump on my dick y'all And get fucked by the millisecond Duck when I pull the weapon from out of my mouth (Buh!) Shots at you like a sawed-off Aiming for your grill like I'm Paul Wall Then peal 'til I not y'all My cerebral cortex is like a war vet Sharing war stories with the deceased, I'm brain dead Straight bananas, I never gave a fuck 'Bout anything but my momma, my daddy, siblings, and grandma And if you neither one of them, then I gotta answer Every question with a bullet hole in my hammer Like VH1, that's far beyond your comprehension Like a deaf person showing up to court for a hearing Who they fearing? K. Dot Tickle the nipples of women Make your bitch grab her crotch when she hear my shit, bitch! [Verse 2] K. Dot got the unorthodox flow On fire, make a rapper burn his soul Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals Numero uno, city in my rearview Compton on my back like the titties of my masseuse Pity, here you fool who? Go against me, I rebuke thee And wake thee up, six in the morning With the pump, punks jump up to get beat down Jump shot, coroners catch them on the rebound Pans, pots, plates, bowls I'm in your kitchen eating your stove I'm hungry and hibernated I'm cold as Miles Davis I load up then I aim it No judgment for the plaintiff It only gets more heinous, nigga I'm brainless Like a blind bitch who don't suck dick Dinosaur manure, big shit Smell me or die quick, fucka! [Verse 3] I can stand in a pool of gasoline lighting a blunt and never catch on fire (How come?) Silly motherfucker, I'm fire Smack the devil over the cheek, gave him a third degree burn Iced it down when he was asleep, and said you'll be okay A lot of rappers are desperate to be a star by the day They hydroplaning, hoping that they get their big break I'm just saying, I feel I'm the one Like a magician with a stick inside his hand, or the name of a mexican I gets ignorant with ya Snap me a picture, bitch, I'm famous I came in this world nuts in my palm and drinking Paul Masson In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron Locked him in a basement and amputated his shooting arm (Psss) Now that's a stretch Ab-Soul Like a fifty mile strip when I'm pimping these hoes Call me Dolomite, nope I take that back Found out he gay as a happy day or the way that you rap Eeeeeeeee! (K. Dot got the unorthodox flow On fire, make a rapper burn his soul Murder for hire, acquire choirs for funerals)
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