(It’s a… CD original…) (Calamari Dreams) (d-d-drop it) Bitch, I’m back witta battery pack and a bag full of ammunition, Had to recalibrate, activate, now I’m back in position, Mad at who? Look at you, bitch, ya lackin’ ambition, I’m a walking contradiction witta knack for demolition. Audacity, casually actin’ like gravity Don’t apply to ya anatomy, bitch, that’s a tragedy, Actually, factually, practically blasphemy, Thinkin’ ya could match me witta half-assed capacity. Call me Thanos, snappin fingas and disappearin hos Poof, ya gone! Hasta luego, vámonos! Catch these manos and call me loco Like I’m Tony Soprano, bitch im a soprano Hit a high note, vibrato, full throttle, no bravado, Got ’em shook like a bottle, pop pop! Got ’em like El Chapo, Dodgin’ all these goofy as hos, Neo wit the Matrix combo, Got these bitches glitchin’, twitchin’, straight trippin’, caught slippin’, Tryna dip like Michael Phelps, but they ain’t built for swimmin’! Uh But I got that supa soaka (Squirtle~!) Get him wetta as he build up that presh-shuh Hit me witta Hydro Pump, got me screamin’ like a rockstar, Blastin’ off like Team Rocket, bitch, I’m seein’ stars-ah! Body rocka, bed knocka, certified heartstoppa Yuh, ya girl Calamari Dreams, ya favorite pocket monsta, Hotter than a sauna, got ‘em sweatin’ through they Prada, Talkin’ like a mobsta, but ya softa than ricotta, Bitch, I bring the drama, gona have ya cryin fo ya mama Abracadabra, bada-bing, bada-boom, I’m a problem, Frankenstein-ass bitch, ya need a docta, ya imposta, Somebody gotta shock ya, hit ya wit that defibrillata! (IT’S ALIVE~!)
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