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lirik lagu mighty casey - makin sure

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[chorus]
makin’ sure~makin’~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle me no more
makin’~makin’~makin’ sure~makin’~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle~battle me no more

[verse 1]
ayo, i’m critically acclaimed (uh huh), clinically insane (uh huh)
tear off your whole crotch, leave you physically a dame
rappers talk sh~t when they can’t lyrically maintain
when i be listening to them voices i be hearing in my brain
calling me to go and crush some fake mcs
i’ll catch a few z’s, eat a steak and cheese
i’m known to take the hardest mcs and make ’em freeze
make their body temp go down below twenty~eight degrees
the illest rapper who don’t spit no chitter chatter
i need a wider toilet, ’cause yo, my sh~t is fatter
than any rapper who ever try to step on the mic
i’ll come up to your show and i’ll step on your nikes
you wanna battle? choose any weapon you like
you’ll still take a l!cking like p~ssy lips on a dyk~
you can check the x~ray, kid, i’m bad to the bone
a born loner, wherever i leave my hat is my home
a crazy b~st~rd, you would think my dad was unknown
and we like r~t~rded kids, we in a class of our own
and i’m a ill motherf~cker, all my rhymes is vulgar
’round these parts i’m notorious like whitey bulger
southern cats be asking, “how you do that there?”
i got your girl up here flossing her t~~th with my pubic hair
i’ll rip your head off and i’ll keep it as a souvenir
if you ain’t hard kid, what the f~ck you doing here?
[chorus]
makin’ sure~make~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle me no more
makin’~make~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle~battle me no more

[verse 2]
and i’m attacking your mind without packing a nine
’cause all your rhymes are senseless like black~on~black crime
ahead of the pack while you lagging behind
i get under your skin and start cracking your spine
a ticking time bomb, detonate on any beat i rhyme on
back the f~ck up, cat, you f~cking with an icon
and messing around with case, dog, don’t even think it
’cause i ain’t here to rock the boat, i’m here to sink it
and when i’m on the mic serving cats is a sin
’cause you couldn’t hang with me if we both got lynched
i’m a real player spitting audio clips
’cause i can flow since g.i. joe had a kung fu grip
the most dominant rapper ever on the continent
respect me while i live, when i die, erect a monument
too rough, too real, too rugged, too raw
signed rappers step up and get dropped like drawers
’cause when the beat starts hitting, i just start spitting
and people in the crowd start asking if it’s written
plus i’m sick like p~rno fl!cks with chicks with d~cks
or hicks in the sticks who f~ck sheep for kicks
and i’m a smooth city sl!cker, big titty l!cker
and wack rappers make me sick like sh~tty liquor
a non~violent cat, but if you violate my freedom
i’ll tear you a new assh0l~ and two f~ggots wanna grease ‘em motherf~cker
[chorus]
makin’ sure~make~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle me no more
makin’~makin’~makin’ sure~makin’~makin’ sure~makin’ sure you don’t try to battle~battle me no more


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