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Tame One:
They say Lupe did push, Tame did kush
I’m sick to the hook, I’m hip to the hop with a different look
My undisputable truth can blow a spot through the roof
Weathermen’s stock or Aesop Rock or Bazooka tooth
And balsy rappers trying to start battles like Marshal Mathers
I’m on top of this, more inside scoops than a gynecologist
Haters can kiss Tame in thee ass
Justin Timbs be late, I’m charming the pants off Cameron Diaz
Ass dancing. If I’m romancing Scarlett Johanson
For sex after I’m big on Jessica Alba
I drop base on them with treble to get some rhythm
Cause damn I gets busy then make them rhyme like it’s blism
Freak when I’m able, cheap labels like premium cable
Hook it up. You? You get your dough cut, like Pizza Hut
My name’s a verb, Tame’s an Action word!
Cause I can black and kick you rappers past the curb
Oh My God!!

Vo.Caliber
People tell me I should clean up and I'm freaking sick of this
I come sicker than a bleeding dick that's dripping syphilis
On an unborn baby in a dead woman's stomach
Who fucked a Rotweiler and became pregnant from it
With toxic pricks I'm boxing with, I go to get a lot of hits
To stop the shit from falling in, obnoxious kids I'm opposite
Tell Mrs. Levy sorry her husband got beat dead
It’s just with this rap career, I need some street cred
I’m a typical hypocritical cynical bastard
Who gives into getting literal ridicule faster
But listen to lessons in the scope, critical masters
Do minimal, repping pivotal then it’s on after
I couldn't be more calm fist-fucking your wife holding a C-4 BOMB
Phenomenal with the force
But I’m an acquired taste like vomit in intercourse

Vo.Caliber
Smash any thug gangster with an opened up coconut
Only rednecks encountered are women whose throats I cut
I'm going crazy with no sex in the house
It's what made me hold my baby with my dick in its mouth
I figured it out, I'm sick of paying the price
And I'd still hate my life even if it bought me a present
Maybe even more so, was bored so I babysat kids,
Making cash watching a porno
Lord knows it's foretold my poor soul's outdated like Morse Code
Come out screaming like a plaid out savage
And spit dirty like the one time I ate out Paris
I Sniff 2 lines of coke for my eccentricity
It's a difference maker like Terry Shiavo's ethnicity
I hate dealing with my low paid dues, man
I hate it even more than the Pope hates Jews, damn