Kick In The Door Danny Maroc (Ft. Cezinando, El Axel & Phats Tha Physician)
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[Vers 1: Phats Tha Physician]
I must be mad at you for holding the bars like Attica
I exist in 3 out of 4 homes like calibers
If you really think that you're better you really bent
Trust me, bitch, I know how to rob like 50 Cent
Verbally nice, consider me the serpant of mice
When I die (?) smoking herlbs with Christ
Phats, the feds is lovin' him, you seen this before?
How many people hear you rhyme and end up shocked and appaled?
I mean I've been outshining what you niggas been doing for years
Face your fears cause I'm here to stay like Birdman's tears
Fuck the peers that you run with, you butterfly bitches
What you think is a fly rhymer is just another lie, bitches
Like the arm of an heroin addict, I've been dope
Roll a gram then I hang with my clan like Jim Crow
Kick in the door as I'm on the road to riches
The flow's malicious, persuasive like Jehova's Witness
I know you're jealous, and you used to try and silence me
I evolve like a patient that got hepatitis C
This'll be the last time I get asked for a feature
Cause since bar 4 I've been hardcore through the speakers
I feel like robbing salt cause there's drawers in my scope
These are shark infested waters, you gone need a bigger boat
My rap's fatal and I'm ripping it hard
Y'all simple and odd, I be having picnics with God
If you faggots think I'm playing then let's form a big circle
Call my weed Whoopi Gold cause the color is purple
I must be mad at you for holding the bars like Attica
I exist in 3 out of 4 homes like calibers
If you really think that you're better you really bent
Trust me, bitch, I know how to rob like 50 Cent
Verbally nice, consider me the serpant of mice
When I die (?) smoking herlbs with Christ
Phats, the feds is lovin' him, you seen this before?
How many people hear you rhyme and end up shocked and appaled?
I mean I've been outshining what you niggas been doing for years
Face your fears cause I'm here to stay like Birdman's tears
Fuck the peers that you run with, you butterfly bitches
What you think is a fly rhymer is just another lie, bitches
Like the arm of an heroin addict, I've been dope
Roll a gram then I hang with my clan like Jim Crow
Kick in the door as I'm on the road to riches
The flow's malicious, persuasive like Jehova's Witness
I know you're jealous, and you used to try and silence me
I evolve like a patient that got hepatitis C
This'll be the last time I get asked for a feature
Cause since bar 4 I've been hardcore through the speakers
I feel like robbing salt cause there's drawers in my scope
These are shark infested waters, you gone need a bigger boat
My rap's fatal and I'm ripping it hard
Y'all simple and odd, I be having picnics with God
If you faggots think I'm playing then let's form a big circle
Call my weed Whoopi Gold cause the color is purple
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