Mocknecks (Featuring DIRT NATION) - X-Ray, DIRT NATI

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Drips on the lips, I ips on these strips.

Fuck

Dicks in a diner—I want queens from Ghana

Jet-black Niners that protect my reminder

In case your honor try to get designer

Like I’ll be met with this.

No

Instructions were sent with this.

Not even a

Goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like Titus

Nigga, don’t ask me why.

This shit the omega

‘Cause I open all night like bodega

Game like Sega, rips on the regu'

Arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm

Rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear

My throat.

Catch my goat.

We be hiding sheeps

In coat.

Nigga, you get smoked like a ham

But you know I don’t fuck with the swine.

Nothing but

The beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes

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We’re rulers, we’re schoolers.

Each and every

Night, door knocks, you’re foolish, two lips

Talking with some large yapper tongue

Caged in, now you swung.

Look what your chick brung:

Treats for all and goodies.

You saw the sign

No jeans, no kicks, no hoodies

Fuck that!

‘Cause that’s how we roll

You don’t understand, you’ll find your left eye swole

I’ll burn ‘em whole and

Electrify a hundred percent, the Ben Franklin

We break off limbs on horses to wins

I’m spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna

Talk but don’t follow through.

Yeah, I could be

Sweet, motherfuck, yeah, sour too

Talking out the side of your mouth, I’ll take you out

I seen the whole shit, I took the whole route, no doubt

But still kept focus

Make the livest niggas take notice, and all my peoples

Know this, spark up the next L

Then write, the whole clique rock well.

That’s it

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