I m your Testarosa. First gear
Watch me gokeep em in fear
Rumbleyoung man rumble
Brother won t fumblemuthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crankrappers get spank
Stripes get yanka superior rank
Won t stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I m rollingthe cartel s tolling
For the D s keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Methe Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don t try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust
Don t ever try to fuck wit a boss
High octane there ain t no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that s just first gearlisten for the upshift
Who can get wit this
I m your testarosa

Second gearlook it here queer
I m in herehitting like spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized dope
Some copeothers get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the bossit s finish is flawless
12 cylinders listen to the horses
It accelerates smooth
Move or else get move
Run for cover my brothersuckers are getting smothered
I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
My rep is keptmuthafukas must step
The best get swept and let out to rest
Huuuulook at that air intake
Second gearpassing fakes
Revolution per lyric get higher
How can I chill when my rhyme s on fire
As I approach the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my speech
And I told yaI m your Testarosa
Testarosa

Gear number threeget off the clutch and don t let em up
Keep em all down on these young bucks
Let em know big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the picture
Backtalk tolerated noneson
Left you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I m in third and you think that s quick
Huhwait till I hit fifth
Me and my packwe keep plenty of snackpacks
You said fat now I m yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Heyyocritical massyeaI got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy s name
My personal trainertaking weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and contain ya
On the tachI m like a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I m your Testarosa

Up to fourth gearthe speed increase
Police got beef wit the word chief
Move or loseI excuse the wack dudes
You light my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synchI m straight out live
So I m rough lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider s stuff
Fake fools from around the way
Knowing damn wellyou ain t from LA
Ashamed where you come from sonso you rattle
Like it or notI scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet
Don t peep or creep or you lose your freak
The cam s growlengine loud
My tongue keep beating em down
Rev it upget ready for fifth
Just hit em wit a maximum dis
I roll yafold yamold yaI told ya I control ya
And I m your Testarosa
I m your Testarosa
Yo Punishshow em what time it is

Gear number fiveyou re eyes get wide
So realize that I survive and I rhyme for mine
I rope the dope and is he coming upnope
I ain t the joke so don t hope for my throat
There it isthe whiz gets his
The word quiz is what it is and Mix don t give
Sight to the wack who act like Max
And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map
That ain t like meit ain t cool
To rob another fool them claim you rule
You boot but not metroopsyou like juice
So you hit the stage wearing my boots
Uhuh cupcakeI ain t about to get rape by fake
Just look at the tail light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my gears and then stop
Cause I lock the box on them clowns that jock
Turbo cone is 230 up on ya
I m your Testarosa(3x)

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