[crackle]OF THE YEAR!![/crackle]

DAMMIT!!! I’m trying to spit game! Where the hell’z that comin’ from?

They’ll never see that “Throw” and “Sco’” rhyme comin’. It’ll go BAM!!! like Jason White’s knee. Either of them, mayun.

You have to earn your way
Every single day
You have to earn your way
Or homie you don’t play

Big Mac with the mack suit
Stunnin’ in the track suit
Cash money got the honeys
On my personal jack-fruit

Four bills on the scale
Still sippin’ Champale
Trick bitches get crushed
Snort ‘em up like they fat rails

Might think we droppin’ retro
cause we rock the velour
Might think we frontin’ classy
‘Cause we rock the couture

But we street to the nines
Don’t be fooled by the shine
Chewin’ ass on the sideline
Like we was 0-9

The Marky M’s the lawya pimp who brought the fuckin’ gravy
The Marky M’s the one who’s givin’ all these ladies babies
The Marky M’s the one who’s breakin’ all the lawya’s beds
The Marky M’s the one who’s gettin’ all the crazy head

You can’t stop me, gump
Only hope to contain
You know I bring the mayo
Like I’m bringing the pain

So step fast, playa, them looks is deceivin’
Marky M made it on these streets with straight thievin’
Like Andre Berto, laywa I’ll have you bobbin’ and weavin’
Like epilepsy I’ll have ya straight fuckin’ seizin’

Like butter toast, I’ll spread you and burn you up
Like Sonic cheesecake bites, I’ll straight turn you up
Like my realtor, I’ll call ya and straight learn ya up
Like your daddy, I’ll pin ya, give ya straight buttercups

I’ll eat your hope, and then I’m gonna eat you
Gimme the club and I’ll eat your fuckin’ crew too
Get the party pumpin’, screamin’ Gasolina!
Let’s wreck some shit like we was Hurricane Katrina

Then we roll to the crib where I keep my cheese
Get you mayonnaised up and keep ya weak in the knees
Then we go to the tub and we hit them trees
Got enough for the hungry and we eager to please

In the morning you know ho go to go
Got to hit that film session with the cookie dough
KU don’t sleep, and we at it again
Marky M, thrill to kill, Jayhawkin’ again–WHAT!

[outro]

WOO!!! Can’t front on that, lawya

This has been the indomitable Marky M.

You lawyas best mix your mayonnaise and ketchup

Cause we bringin’ them spicy fries for that ass.

For the 785…I see ya…

Chase Daniel…batter-fried chump-ass pizza lawya…I see you, too.

Lawya Todd Reesing: respek…

We out…

Enjoy.

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