Epidemic - GoEpidemic.com (Freestyle) lyrics

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Epidemic - GoEpidemic.com (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Epidemic] Now I'm a mother f**ing problemo Lebron, Carmelo, the car marinello, caramelo, all yellow I'm far from all ghetto, but farther from marshmallow Don't mistake me for the wrong fellow just because my song's mellow All metal Mossberg, my Kevin Costner Bodyguard & you n***a get an Oscar, hardy har Impostor, dropping monster tapes with no sponsor That's just how I'm constipating these sh** talkers El presidente, burn you like Aguardiente Fly til I die, I'm Roberto Clemente The truth teller, Epidemic is the booth terror Knock it out the mother f**in park, Babe Ruth era Spit flames every lyric is a campfire These b**hes on my dick like a vampire Because I'm more of a highlight than Twilight & once I hit that limelight, five mics It's a million dollar studio so dog You really think I give a f** about your blog? You want to hear the future then come on GoEpidemic.com Yeah I'm swagged out, crocodile Shoes in coup and I'm hopping out 40 caliber popping out But I beat the case like a foster child I'm popping now Redenbacher Watch me sip this red & vodka n***a I get lifted, helicopter n***a I'm your b**h's cherry popper & I'm very proper, never sloppy & You get robbed, they don't ever rob me & got more guns than El Mariachi & you bums, sweeter than teriyaki & you Liberachi, maybe Elton John Got these b**hes here panty dropping Mami tomandose that Patron & a white girl on that Janice Joplin p**y poppin' to UGK & I'm in the dark with my Louie shades & I'm on the TV right, you can't see me like a UV ray 100 round, underground & a stupid beat so I dumb it down But, truthfully when I f** around, between you & me, I don't f** around I got a brand new ring, no wedding vow dog Sicker in the booth than a pedophile dog I'm that n***a that you read about That your baby momma get wet about dog Black on black Cadillac wagon I got them all back on the bandwagon My money so heavy my pants sagging My pistol heavy, my pants dragging Obituary get your beat murdered Your eulogy come a week early 30 bottles at 3:30 & the king of diamonds in a Heat jersey

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