First Person Shooter (Freestyle) Zotiyac

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[Part I]
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, first-person shooter mode
Put a nigga inside of that reticle (Ayy)
Click on that bitch one time and your head explode (Ayy)
Niggas still outside pushin' oregano, but they still ain't put out a hit record though
How they go to sleep broke? We'a never know
But the money always on a schedule
Yup, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1]
Always on a schedule, I rather let calendar bullets hit pectorals
Send that bitch-ass nigga straight to the medical, ayy (Frrt)
I'm finna go federal, cannibalistic (Ayy), these bitches look edible
I say the shit they just gotta replay it and make they face look like they just smelled somethin' terrible, uhh
Stink to that body unbearable
That boy got plenty, yeah, turned to a vegetable
Tell shorty, "Shoot 'em", she hit him with several
My bitch a stretcher, yeah, I'm Mr. Incredible (Get stretched, yuh)
[Bridge]
Ayy, Mr. Incredible, yup, ayy (Heh)
Yeah, I'm Mr. uhh, ayy
Yeah, I'm Mr. uhh (What?), ayy
Mr. Incredible, ayy