Yeah

It's the return of Mr. Missile, fool
You don't know what you're missin' (don't know)
I arrive on the prod like Ray Liotta
I check everyone in the kitchen (yeah)
Drip like a drop of Visine (drip like a drop of Visine)
Drip like a drop of Visine
Take the breath away from all my victims

It's the return of Mr. Missile, fool
You don't know what you're missin' (missin')
I arrive on the prod like Ray Liotta
I check everyone in the kitchen (kitchen)
Drip like a drop of Visine
Take the breath away from all my victims (victims)
None of them have style here
Yet they all hire stylists (stylists)

Let them play the drillest
Personally, I prefer to stay the realest (realest)
Rest in peace, God bless them
The wheel has turned like a propeller (propeller)
Like the wind what a delight (wow)
Last Chanel are my tennis (wow)
In this game I have sounds like Phoenix (Phoenix)
I have a zodiac flow (gé-char)
My copies have the flow of a barge, barge
Ma3lich as long as they perish
I have none of them in my playlist (playlist)
Rap game techa on my penis (penis)
I prepare the track for it to land ('terrisse)
Under the pestle, helmeted like Asterix (yeah)
I raise the level like Mali in America
I want the million flat like a pair of ballerinas
We act as a family like the Baldwin brothers
Masked like Halloween, Halloween (Halloween)
I arrive in ball yes, sliding like Mallory
I watch them run, run (run)
It makes me laugh, laugh (yeah)
I don't even have time for them anymore
Ask Panerai, Panerai, Rolex too (too)
The facts are fresh like a smoothie (smoothie)
Your buttocks close like a pussy (pussy)
Pussy, when it smells burnt, burnt
You're live only from afar like FouseyTube
Or Lil Boosie, Boosie
Everything is square as long as I mess up, mess up
I push without saying sorry, sorry
I don't forget how they did Bruce Lee
Divided the Utu and the Tutsi

I rinse the competition under syrup
Travel the world and I surf the globe
While the haters ride my dick
Jump into the matrix and look for the bug
Liars among themselves look for the plug
They know that if I hit, the game is stuck
The look is thug, thug, thug, thug, thug, thug, thug, thug, thug, thug

The product goes up-up-upward
I take the game in sandwich like a burger (like a burger, yo)
On the mic I commit murders (on the mic I commit murders)
These clowns only do shit

Yes

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