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Lyrics
its the mothafuckin psychic coochie reader,
Ima start it off with missy misdemeanore,
see ya, cant coordinate with ya back up dancers,
lose weight bitch, thats the answer,
break me off show me what you got cause I dont want no one minute man,
one minute? 5 shit seconds I run,
and if its more then that Im cocking my guns,
She a bitch, how you know that?
can you look beyond ya fuckin jelly rolls fat? ,
and tell whether you got a dick or a clit,
bitch, I had it, Im already sicka ya shit,
no, no no no, I cant take this shit anymo' o o
sigel, breath is lethal dawg, who else but he,
overwieght, overated, plus He's ugly,
keep the knifes high forks high, fat boy style,
and he got chink food number on speed dial,
so fuck philly cheese and fuck the chef,
took ya recipe and added a touch of death,
None the less, fuck is up with roccafella,
how you sign someone who spit about mozzarella,
If you the chef you just spoiled my appetite,
you cook fries from the oil in ya acne right???,
Im sicka ya shit, whats the matter with you,
Lets go right now, yo we'll battle for food,
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