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Take That |
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Verse 1 |
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Better call them coppers quick |
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You don't wanna hear them choppers spit |
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Run up on em with a black component |
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Crack his dome for talking shit |
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Who the fuck he think he is? |
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I don't know but he runs his lips |
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I'm gonna get em in a minute gonna put em in a little bitty box and tounge his bitch |
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And I mean it |
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What I mean is |
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On the beat I'm a demon breathin |
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Red Dragon yup saggin dog from my pants to my penis |
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Extremist |
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When I'm the move better move and duck sucker |
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Be cool |
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Them Demigoons don't give a fuck fucker |
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What about that dough you got? |
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What about that Rov you bought? |
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If anybody wanna bet you ballin bitch I'm all in no you not |
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Uh uh |
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I swear it |
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Your broke its |
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Apparent |
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Them S.O.B.s beastin the beat and I'm incoherent |
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Embarrassd, out smoked your parents can barely bare it |
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Their only son is a joke compared to the ranch he's a carrot |
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A parrot mockin my sinister style with a Mary Poppins |
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All you hear is me cockin it back and its ch ch ch POW!!! |
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Chorus x2 |
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Take that |
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Get the mask |
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Take that |
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Take the cash |
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Come and get ya face slapped |
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Yea boy ima bust that ass |
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Verse 2 |
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Yea |
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When I get my hands up on this weapon best believe theres mayhem |
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Taxodermy, wax a birdie, bully in this play pen |
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Zip his belly button to his face In position with the tanks |
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Gotta mention K-9 sniff em by the lakes |
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Whoa! |
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Supersonic, doo doo vomit, get ya fuckin cool demoished |
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See I grew my roots in music while you hoola hoop through college |
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Better wear some protective gear they don't care bout ya record here |
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And if they do we wish you luck |
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Whoopdy whoop |
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Squish his guts |
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You don't wanna get ya back sweaty put em in a jar and twist a limb |
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Slain with a red and black machete |
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Poor little boy was just a kid |
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Spread the news, tell a partner |
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Yea this beat is hella proper |
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Servin these stupid vermont |
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And ship em back to hell with out them |
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Its a rap, sew his tissue, tell the ref to blow the whistle |
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Stash his helmet in his locker with a super soaker pistol |
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Get the missle |
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Get the gun |
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You don't wanna see me one on one |
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Pick the mission here we come |
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In position what you want? |
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Chorus |
