Danbury Shakes

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Aye yo you looking like a sad fuck, burning weed ashes
I got the Mask tucked for fast buck
Stick up, fucking with me is bad luck
Hop out the pick up, with machetes and slash guts
Glass cuts, shells feel like you got hit by Mack Trucks
Can't pass up, SunTrust not even added only gun trust
You be the one I use to shake off all this gun rust
Yo, Best believe any mic I'm gon rock it, pop it
Shoot a hole through the bible in your pocket
I'm like the Lochness serial looter
Get your body found in the triangle of Bermuda
Rob the jeweler, wrist is like the Kula with the Franck Muller
Burning Buddha, I'm out the bank Juda (I'm out)
Styles of punishment, yeah I got a lotta
Go against the great, you in some deep hot lava
I kick a rhyme like Jim Cotter
Treat the mic like a piñata
A lot of sins in that Louis Vuitton duffle bag
Mini your guns and grab
Minx clear the motherfuckin' lobby when I bust a mag
I like to use my bare hands when I crush the grass
I like to rip the shit open when I bust a bag
Dope bullets with no safety when I bust and pass
MC's a sucker task, violating skill levels cut in half
Rap God flow and you can get shot in every bar bro

(Every bar bro, smoked like Marlboro)

[Verse 2]