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friend to foe - mc rimmer a/k/a excrement lyrics

[gunshots]

[illegalweapons talking]
(“f-ck taylor”)
what’s up n-ggas, ay yo, i know you ain’t talking ’bout me dog
you, what?
(“f-ck taylor”)
you been on my d-ck n-gga, you love my style, n-gga
(“f-ck taylor”)

[verse 1]
got so much dough they call me dough boy
pop a cap on yo -ss, make you dead like dough boy
i sew -ssh0l-s closed
so i know they ain’t sh-ttin me (get a diaper boy)
too complex, ya average wiz stan won’t be getting me
who the best? dyaz, rimmer, and illegaweapons
don’t trip iatg, cuz we know you’be been steppin’
yelling brooklyn when you moved east to long island
talking bout fat rhymes when you like the girls toothbrush thin

[hook]
(i…will…not…lose)
“moderator” across the belly, i prove you lost already
the king is back, where my crown at?
(iillegal) illegal weapons rest in peace, let’s do it n-ggas

[verse 2]
iatg you little bromantic
f-ckin with j franks, silky and klonopin
but if they were smart as me
iatg would be hangin’ from a tree
ashing blunts and lighting benzene
cuz you can’t be the money$team crew
with a broke dude tellin’ you what to do
laming down big krit, currensy and wiz on turntable
your a legend in the streets iatg, a real fable
and your dummy for letting maboo take your green
the villain does get f-cked with no vaseline

- mc rimmer aka excrement lyrics

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