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Intro: Yeah, yeah yeah. |
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Open your mouth (aaaah). |
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Open it! Wide. |
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Psycho Les: |
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I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip |
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Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions) |
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Why too many ears at my sessions |
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With opions, but not this year (no question) |
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Strickly answers, |
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Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers |
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And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit |
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I don't like |
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But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight |
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So what the fuck? |
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When I hit you know |
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I struck Knuckle game, test and get munked |
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Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line |
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Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck? |
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Don Gobbi: |
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No false assumption, |
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I cut a face just like a pumpkin |
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Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin' |
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You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent |
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My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent |
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You insignificant, |
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I turn diesel niggas to involents |
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You started it, |
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I'll finish it, deminish it |
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I'm killing it, word duke, |
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I let it known don't fuck with |
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Gobbi Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody |
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Smokin' Suckas |
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Wit Logic and raised with project lobby |
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I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait |
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I'm heavyweight and when |
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I'm old and great yo |
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I rejuvenate |
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And duplicate, and slam man like |
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Sumo tournaments |
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Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates |
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Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns |
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Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb |
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Get You Open like |
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Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas |
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A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your soft spaces |
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A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces |
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And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy |
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From now until |
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I'm 50 Hook: |
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Unciviled (x4) |
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But now I start to realize |
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Don Gobbi: |
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Yo turn the mic on, |
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Ju visualize like nightcorn |
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You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on |
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You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong |
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We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws |
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Corona outlaws, 52 |
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Southpaw Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours |
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Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded |
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Dominican dark meat |
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Hook |
