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Oh My God

This song is by Masta Ace and appears on the album A Long Hot Summer (2004).

Y'all rap dudes are funny,
I don't feud with dummies,
I don't need no problems,
I need food 'n' money,
I recall wen we used to fool wit hunnies,
That was cute as bunnies wit the smoothest tummies,
Now we like brinks tryin' to move this money,
Run wit cast to ak-man,
Rude 'n' crummy,
It's the champion of all, n' I'm carryin a sword, I look heavy in a chevy and I'm scary in a ford, f-150 you should just run swiftly, unless you nice, u like, "u just come get me".
Y'all dudes sweet like cakes 'n' pies,
I go together with rap like shakes 'n' fries,
N' I hate them guys with hate in their eyes,
Hopin we fall can't wait to rise,
Yeah, I'm all natural like a case of snapple,
But don't talk shit 'cause the ACE'll slap u,
N' don't try to run 'cause I'll chase 'n' catch u,
Put a sharp blade to ur face 'n' scratch u,
Watchu wanna fuck with a ninja for?
I'm like a cornered rat with an injured paw,
N' I'll bend ur jaw 'n' end ur tour,
Even if I lose the battle I'ma win the war

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