Stockholm ain't got M1s, gats or killing skills
Verbal glock clips
In the hands of suburban hiphopkids
Shit hits the fan like a moshpit
Front row at a Marilyn Manson concert
You only open your mouth when my semen hits
Making cuts and busting Slugs like emo kids
Rip that wallet from your sweaty palms
I swipe your cash like it's a credit card
Then have your girlfriend suck my cock
Yadayada flow like water yada fucking dah
The same lines everytime like Dane Cook
Fucking update your status like facebook
Rappers blingblinging like they're really pimps
Stockholm ain't got M1s, gats or killing skills
Just matches, gasoline and pictures of Fifty's crib
Don't need a crew to write stuff
And fight fucks thinking they're white thugs
I stand alone like asian guys at nightclubs
Laughing at your flock and that shit youre wearing
The next line your posse writes will be your obituary
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains
Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose
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