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Look out, I'm comin through gimme some room I'm lookin for a bitch, dressed semi to nude With a booty like the movies and gimme some boobs And the bombest pair of lips, In a mini and tube Top, I got the moves locked, standin like whos hot I don't dance but I bet I could moon walk Oh shit now I tripped and my grooves shot But it don't matter when your rockin a huge cock Call me the mailman girl I gotta package The way I recite my words you swear its magic And Hot damn Shit I did it again, son By-Product of Psychotic like Marilyn Manson And I got it , I ain't pickin at random I'm puttin targets on your backs, collectin a ransom Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick I'm So Hot Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick And Your Not Oh f*ck yeah, You ain't never heard of this shit On point flow, and he's sickenin with the lyrics Ima get you off when you motherfuckers hear this Mirror this? Not a chance, but you better fear this A lyracist, Hit ya so hard have you askin what year is this I'm a level higher than the pyramids I'm bleedin skill like I'm on a fuckin period I Ain't jokin around, ask me Why So Serious Now Lemme put a smile on that face Darlin You can be my sidekick girl, I'll call you Robin In other words your my bitch, truth is I don't give a shit Ima tear that ass up, like a fuckin christmas gift And admit, Im the illest to touch the mic now The illest since Method screamed F*CK YA LIFESTYLE Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick I'm So Hot Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick And Your Not Time for a Final Verse, I'll spit my finest words I'll take you higher than you'd go with the flight of birds I thought you might of heard, of what might occur Cause Im gasoline, so let your lighters burn So you better expect, that I might explode on you Cause if I was a gun, then expect I'm loaded too Pay attension now, You don't wanna miss this Ima have you screamin' Can I, Can I get a witness I'm livin everyday like it's motherfuckin christmas I'm crossin rappers off, like its beatrix's hitlist And for all you tryin', you ain't never gonna Kill Bill And if you think I won't retaliate, f*ck I Still Will Get out the way, I'm ready to play I get your heads bobbin worse then when you step on the brakes Gimme Gimme Someone, Witha Paira Buns Buns Ima Getcha Spun Spun, We gun have some FUN FUN Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick I'm So Hot Oh My God I'm So Fly I'm So Sick And Your Not