BT Famo - Chunin Exams

Hold on, goddamn
I'm with the gang at the chunin exams
Baa like some sheep, get slaughtered like lamb
Put on that breezy when I'm tryna jam
Here goes Pe$o, he workin' the cam
There goes VVS, did it again
Forest of death, you gon' meet your end
Need two scrolls to go for the win
Ten out of ten
Put you in the sand coffin somethin like Gaara
I don't care if we on game chat, nigga fuck your daughter
Told y'all niggas y'all lambs to the slaughter
Cookin' the chops
Heart's stoppin' and it's makin' you drop
Audemars, time's tickin' the watch
Like MJ, I'm grabbin' my crotch
No gravity when a nigga moonwalk
Here goes Rock Lee, he gon' drop a hidden Lotus
Clear up the screen, this shit outta focus
Leadin the team, somethin' like some coaches
What's in the J? Nothin' but some roaches
Smokin' a jumprope, call it a double dutch
Raisin' my levels, know how to double up
Drinkin' apple juice up with my double cup
You can get chewed and popped like some bubblegum
Makin these hits, I'm gon' make another one
I don't see shit, but where are you runnin' from
He think it's sweet, but it's not a honey bun
I had to go activate byakugan
8 sides to the story, this ain't Octagon
I stay up with the 5 like a pentagon
Purple heart pain, they gave me a rinnegan
I'm on the stage man, where are you standin' on
(Yappin)
Finna go fight at the preliminary
Before you fight, it's okay to feel scared
Phineas and Ferb, cause I'm askin' where's Perry
You can get bloody in the mirror, say Mary
I'm Doofenshmirtz nigga i'm dealin wit Agent P
Shunned by the village, man, why is they hatin' me
64 palms man nobody is facin' me
You can't test me, I'm like Neji
This shit mid-pack, this shit reggie
Like Jimmy Hopkins, giving wedgies
Producin this shit like Freddie
Keep it calm, man, keep it steady
I got tacos full of spaghetti
5-4-3-2, nigga, are you ready
I'm tryna scam these niggas like Eddy
If niggas is bears, you niggas is Teddys
Here goes Rock Lee, he gon' drop a hidden Lotus
Clear up the screen, this shit outta focus
Leadin the team, somethin' like some coaches
What's in the J? Nothin' but some roaches
Smokin' a jumprope, call it a double dutch
Raisin' my levels, know how to double up
Drinkin' apple juice up with my double cup
You can get chewed and popped like some bubblegum
Makin these hits, I'm gon' make another one
I don't see shit, but where are you runnin' from
He think it's sweet, but it's not a honey bun
I had to go activate byakugan
8 sides to the story, this ain't Octagon
I stay up with the 5 like a pentagon
Purple heart pain, they gave me a rinnegan
I'm on the stage man, where are you standin' on

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BT Famo

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