Ding! Ding!

Bell rings

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Yeah turn me up a little bit

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First verse
I like to say I specialize in rhymin you recognize in time 
I train till I'm in pain I exercise my mind 
I effortlessly write my weapons with me tonight 
So please be aware of them walk up in the fight club 
With 8oz white gloves and leave with red ones 
Mood swing with the beat as soon as prem prepares one 
Pick and choose my punches walk away with minmal lumps 
Piffin then the ryhmeer vocal booth in trunks 
Back you off me like a boxer  [bad word] I overuse the drums they call me travis barker with chopper 
Knock away your tooth do the rockaway for them 
I will raise your roof rest in peace to Proof 
He's probably rollin over in his grave 
Niggaz posinin his name the misfortune of the fortune and the fame 
I'm too coky to hit five nine and prem 
The new rocky and mick the dollar signs go DING
Preme Cuttin

Chorus
This is where your heart at
Something you don't wanna battle with
As if you don't notice [bad word] I'm great
I don't like no fake niggaz
This is where your heart at
Something you don't wanna battle with  [bad word] I'm great

2nd verse
They say this is a wise old profession 
So my flow is my whole confession 
I rhyme like a ??????? code compression 
You go away like swellin 
When pellents from the throwaway is yellin 
At you now the door to hell or heaven 
Set me up I know you thought about it 
That means I gotta wet you up 
And I ain't talkin with no water bottle 
Sit outside your house creepin 
Come out and ugh spit out your mouth piece 
And I'll skeet out to south beach  [bad word] yo talent I'm never goin down I'm a stand up guy 
Yes I'm up for the challenge up cause of balance 
Through tyin my shoe strings together when I was young 
And bustin the cannon 
Your life is spun the fight is done 
You've been iced out by the nicest one 
And I ain't talkin about Jaccob and Johnny the jewler 
I'm talkin about lettin the fakest hear the sound of the rouger 
What you know about that I know all about that 
Me and Tip feel the same seein tips feel the brain 
Is like watching a movie but I aint make those 
I just make the credits roll after I'm olver stone 
The pedestool you stand on me I'ma flip you 
Pit bull put your hand on me I'ma sick you 
It's true you not so hard I'm sensin you puss 
As soon as you drop your guard in comes the hook 
Preme Cuttin

Chorus