The Daily Priapism

This is a track that came out of a conversation and some freetime, there will be a few edits to it, hopefully we can also add some artists to it.

My lyrics are below

We hit the lab and we hustlin', plannin to hit you with something.
When Ferg and Fate get to cuttin', we leave y'all bastards with nothing.
Y'all must have heard we was comin', we hit the track and y'all running.
I take a shot from the mic, and you all drop like I'm huntin'
But is he flowin or dumpin', you see these words leave them lump and
With the ball in your court, you still better off puntin,
I'm about whatever its nothing, I get the beat and I'm bumpin,
Spent so much time in the back, that I'm allergic to frontin'
yall cats is cool with the stuntin, but I'm linguistically cunning,
And leave these ladies passed out, like they cummin or something,
Even dope boys I'm stunnin, from all the bass I be pumpin,
And the pigs can't do nothing, cause it ain't drugs that I'm touchin',
But with these keys that I'm clutchin, I fittin to open up something,
Cause opportunity's coming, but it ain't knockin its drumming,
So when the beat gets to bumpin' and the crowd gets to jumpin,
I leave them all froze, cause the flows damn numbing.

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