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(download song link below)
http://bit.ly/Q4pGF

(Lyrics)
(CHORUS)
I think these niggas mad at me, they always wanta battle me/
going 'gainst Butta then, you a walkin casualty/
how dare you try to challenge me, you got the audacity/
to go against the greatest, you get lyrically fatalitied/
lyrical fatalitied lyrical fatalitied/
lyrically leavin yo ass in agony/
rippin your vocal cords through your anatomy/
ahhhhhhhhh, a lyrical fatality/

(Verse 1)
I really could fatality niggas in many ways/
like rippin em to shreds, blowin em up with grenades/
nigga you got popped and you seen me with them k's/
nigga you a cop and i seen you with a glaze/
so im aimin for your snout, cause i aint livin in a cage/
bad enough as it is i am livin in a rage/
flippin on these niggas like im switchin through a page/
cant find your way out, i could spit you in a maze/
the bars a be the walls that in-seal you like a Lays/
droppin bar after bar, call this shit a cascade/
you cant escape the lyrics coming off of the page/
every where you turn, its like another fuckin stage/
of 16 bars leave you stuck up in a daze/
before you see the finish it'll be many decades/
you probably wont make it and you'll die of old age/
fatalitied killed by the lyrics i displayed/

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(VERSE 2)
now that he's fatalitied im gunning for his partner/
run up you get done up you can run up on a coffin/
shatter him to puzzle pieces now im tryna solve him/
his face is smashed up in the ground, lookin like a Frogger/
now leap that lily bitch, im lettin off them semi clips/
got more versions of this then they had of that A Millie shit/
thats about a million, im switchin like chameleons/
depending on the scenery, thats what ima hit him with/
day times the k time, cold its the handgun/
night times the right time to hit him with the magnum/
winter you get visited by smithen wesson guns/
in the summer you get pummeled by them mutha fuckin pumps/
i wonder if he flammable, like a gas station/
so ima get the recipe to cook this nigga Cajun/
already got the matches bout to leave this nigga bakin/
so ima send his ass to Satan/

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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