GoEpidemic.com (Freestyle) Lyrics
[Verse: Epidemic]
Now I'm a mother fucking problemo
Lebron, Carmelo, the car marinello, caramelo, all yellow
I'm far from all ghetto, but farther from marshmallow
Don't mistake me for the wrong fellow just because my song's mellow
All metal Mossberg, my Kevin Costner
Bodyguard & you nigga get an Oscar, hardy har
Impostor, dropping monster tapes with no sponsor
That's just how I'm constipating these shit talkers
El presidente, burn you like Aguardiente
Fly til I die, I'm Roberto Clemente
The truth teller, Epidemic is the booth terror
Knock it out the mother fuckin park, Babe Ruth era
Spit flames every lyric is a campfire
These bitches on my dick like a vampire
Because I'm more of a highlight than Twilight
& once I hit that limelight, five mics
It's a million dollar studio so dog
You really think I give a fuck about your blog?
You want to hear the future then come on
GoEpidemic.com
Yeah I'm swagged out, crocodile
Shoes in coup and I'm hopping out
40 caliber popping out
But I beat the case like a foster child
I'm popping now Redenbacher
Watch me sip this red & vodka
Nigga I get lifted, helicopter
Nigga I'm your bitch's cherry popper
& I'm very proper, never sloppy
& You get robbed, they don't ever rob me
& got more guns than El Mariachi
& you bums, sweeter than teriyaki
& you Liberachi, maybe Elton John
Got these bitches here panty dropping
Mami tomandose that Patron
& a white girl on that Janice Joplin
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Pussy poppin' to UGK & I'm in the dark with my Louie shades
& I'm on the TV right, you can't see me like a UV ray
100 round, underground & a stupid beat so I dumb it down
But, truthfully when I fuck around, between you & me, I don't fuck around
I got a brand new ring, no wedding vow dog
Sicker in the booth than a pedophile dog
I'm that nigga that you read about
That your baby momma get wet about dog
Black on black Cadillac wagon
I got them all back on the bandwagon
My money so heavy my pants sagging
My pistol heavy, my pants dragging
Obituary get your beat murdered
Your eulogy come a week early
30 bottles at 3:30 & the king of diamonds in a Heat jersey
