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[Chorus]
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch

[Verse 1: SLYYE]
Bow down bitch to this wicked southern king
I'll break you muthafuckas cuz it ain’t a fuckin thing
Break em off, break em off, makin lemon bustas crawl
When they spеak my name without respect it's gonna bе a brawl
Fuck em all, I'll let em burn, as I sit upon my throne
Watch the world as it turns, bitch I’m stackin fuckin bones
Ransackin is the game, SLYYE is the muthafuckin name
Test this hand of a pimp, and you're gonna feel the pain
Pimp smackin all these suckas, snuffin cluckas with the ease
Fuckin hoes and breakin bones, hangin bodies from the trees
What the fuck you think this is? Bitch I'll punch you in the throat
Hard to breathe, can't compete, when you're face down on the floor
Buckin bitches with the sickness, hoe my flow so relentless
Bodies stackin with the quickness, spitting spells that are malicious
So vicious, venomous, huntin foes like Artemis
Ain't no fuckin tricks, no shit, break yourself you bizzitch

[Chorus]
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch
Break ya self bitch, break ya self bitch