Blocc Monsta Brotha Lynch Hung

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[Intro]
2024 Blocc, nigga
Grrr

[Verse 1]
Put your motherfuckin' brains all over the back seat, nigga
The rest of your body gon' need a taxi, nigga
Guess what's growin' in the Gardens, cuz? (What up, cuz?)
Smells like a brisket, I carved him up
I'm a motherfuckin' misfit, I hit him in his biscuit
Watch him take a shit quick, Season of da Siccness
Out the 6-6, dumpin' at your picnic (Pop, pop, pop)
Hit your bitch quick, fuckin' up her lipstick
I spit that gasoline
It's like me bustin' a nut usin' Vaseline
Doc say I'm sick, so your ass'll bleed
It's a semiautomatic, gotta grab it, it's a habit
A fully automatic with a full metal jacket
Dumpin' at your funeral, your casket lean
I got no limit, nigga, Master P
So I took my time, made a masterpiece

[Refrain]
A block monster
Block monster
Grrr

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